Sunday is the day of rest for mice

The cat can eat them sprinkled with hot spicse

Do notv not cure a cliche it is trásh

Write your own, it’s better when It’s fresh

One of my sisters confessed to to adultery when aged ten.I asked her why

She said she picked it from a list of sins in her prayer book.

I wish I had thought of that !

As a Catholic child I began to receive Communicn and to confess my sins when I was 8 years old

one Saturday I went into a sweet shop to . find out if I could snatch a sweet before the lady came out of her back room.It was I did

Then I sucked it all the way to Church to go to Coñfession

oh the joy of religion

Now we be feel the aftermath of loss

While up and down our moods swing

as we toss

watching my brothers funeral

on my phone was very odd

His coffin was carried by his four sons and two grandsons

i can’t phone him now

Pàtients stand in a queue

impatients break the glass

Expatients should not be be here

Obey or be purrsecuted by Dave and Emile

Now you are gone my brother into dust.

You set my hair on fire

The flames of lust

Just think babies have no memories

Curiosity killed the cat

I used ask why?

But answer came there none

If the lap fits sit on it

If the cat bit pray for it . Or swear

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