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.