There is humour in the Bible we revere
Soles are heeled,partitions sent to God
Perfect love will complicate your fear

Five thousand people shared a single deer
The meat was cooked by a fierce lightning rod
There is humour in the Bible, we can hear

There is nothing much to buck up the impure
But plentiful the ways to cut off heads
Perfect love can escalate one’s fear

God made Jonah subtly disappear
And caught Elijah when in caves he hid
There is humour in the Bible if you peer

With a wail from Jonah,God appeared
His still small voice got louder by the Flood
Perfect love will castrate perfect fear

After many liars are burned as wood
I hope Gomorrha you will all be good
There is guidance in the Bible, but laugh here.
Perfect love will castrate perfect fear

I remember mother’s beauty and her coal stained and cracked hands
Each little line was etched in black, like a map to other lands
She always wore an apron that she made from an old dress
How I loved my mother,I did I must confess.

I remember mother’s beauty and the row of nappy pins
She always wore them like a brooch, while we kids made a din
The baby had her rusks and milk, she had a little pot
She slept inside a cradle then she moved into a cot

I remember most Mam’s cooking, the apple dumplings steamed
The kettle too sat on the fire , I played and then I dreamed
She had a tin of buttons, she was ace at making clothes
She knitted like an acrobat to forget her many woes

Her daddy was a miner till he had a heart attack
He came home black and dusty, then he filled his old tin bath
When he retired he got a dog, he loved her very well
He called her Lassie for her name, she was beautiful , my belle

Her daddy came to see us after our own daddy died
He helped our mother with odd jobs, then we all ate scones and cried

Can’t anyone makebPutin’s get panic attacks?

If I were a panic I’d go now.On by the wings of a dove

Don’t be manic about your

panic. What brings calm but loving arms?

Play it slow,reduce the blow

Don’t shut down. Share my frowns

I felt so weird.It’s his damn beard

Would you like a massage?

I’ve never cooked one yet.

Could you use a banana?

I need a hammer for this job.

Would you like a packed lunch?

It will take more than lunch to get a pact signed.

Why does corn flake?

It thinks it’s snow

Why do blood vessels narrow?

To make themselves thinner.

How do you spell artery?

Good guess.

Why is this a bad time for sex?

We don’t need them in South Africa

What is a plateau?

The female form of platoon

So how about cartoon?

The masculine form of cart

How about the eau?

Leave it off.

Why

I drank it

Hope the cartwheels were clean.

Do stop panicking.

Where is he?

With Mrs King.

Cats raised from the dead free

with every bag of nuts

.(£54)

Cods rose to heaven.Getting new

stock on the First Friday of May

Sadness preventative advice.

Love your neighbour daily

Cats claws cut on Sundays

Minced sticklebacks on sale at

the back of the Hospital now

Roads gritted every June.

Talking cats here when Bojo

resigns owing to psychosis.

English as a second language for

cats or mules.

How to believe in Love

So why do you dislike that Clinic

There were two dead cats in the Waiting Room.

What were they waiting for?

And the floor was dirty.

I’m not surprised.

The doctor looked at the computer all the time

I’m afraid they do.

But it wasn’t on.

Shortage of power already?

No, he hadn’t put the plug in.

One of those dreamy intellectuals

Do they read the Sun?

Are you sure he was the doctor?

He was the only person in the room.

He could have killed the doctor and hidden the body

Where?

In the Waiting Room !

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It is better to write a piece about a blog you admire and then put links to the posts so that people read the posts on the blog of the person who wrote them.

You need to be careful not to plagiarize.

Reblogging images may put you in breach of copyright also.

As we are taught

Moderation in all things.

That is a good policy otherwise you give the impression you have no ideas of your own to write about so why do you have a blog at all?

Surely nobody has a blog just to put posts there from someone else’s blog?

You can teblog this if you like

A mobile stone hit me on the head.

A noble bone is no guarantee.

A servile crone needs a big pile of cash from the state

A pebble roamed a stone was phoned

My wardrobe trenzy

Get rid of all transcendent numbers of garments Counting them to ensuring War, am They are uncountable and infinitem

Ergo god is a non recurring decimal. , How can he sleep?

By marrying a rational number!

No wonder we have wars by by

We can’t even have pi garments.

And pi is irrational to

Uncountable, irrational…what fun to play with number jumbles while drinking nettle tea from Heysham and having a suicide trip in a boat in a thunder storm in fearsome Morecambe Bay .