The words we use are not the world

They signify what we perceive

The words we use catch like small nails

Do not believe we can say all

We choose them well if they’re received

By hearts both tender and ap palled.

Grant us mercy to forgive

The ones who cut us as we fall

Love those who help us as we live

I fear to wear be a jumpsuit on a date

I might wet my knickers or be late

I might spill tomato, what a fate

A jumpsuit s an Enigma Turing wrote

The ambulance has injured my poor back

I sobbed which is not easy lying flat

The paramedics stared but did not act

Was this a symbol of enormous tact

Or pleasure seeing women on the rack?

Now I am at home my mood

Is black