You cannot fry your bacon in the sun
My egg would look too pallid for much fun
Fry some wholemeal bread if fat has run
Ear your breakfast,then the day”s begun
God measures noone by their diamond ring
His diamonds are the humble following
They help their neighbours silently good willed
And all their anxious hearts are gently stilled.
They have no need to boast for they’re secure
They act with intent good or even pure
They suffer pain and see that others do
They feel the dark emotions yet unglue.
Who are these Saints that we can take a view.?
When I look I see they’re me and you
I want an emotional range coat
Where can week find them today.
Under the heap of a haystack
But as usual we have to pay.