We like to think we have some worth
Otherwise some feel accursed
But we all turn to dust
As organic life must.
We all shall enrich this dear earth
We like to think we have some worth
Otherwise some feel accursed
But we all turn to dust
As organic life must.
We all shall enrich this dear earth
The dentist has X rated my teeth
Do X rays reveal the whole truth?
The invisible stares
And none if us care
The X ray’s no use to a thief.
Noone under 18 can look at my teeth.
Corruption,!
ADD ,….after dinner dances
All dates denued
All day doubt.
Acute denial demand.
Acute double dealing
Acute deafness defied.
Asperger’s Doubt defined.
All dead donkeys
Alter difficult day.
A death dash.
And don’t disturb
Aspirin dealt death
Everything has a silver lining.
I have lost that stone I carried sometimes it’s safer to be plump as you age.
Too much sugar can make you hyper activated or agitated.
So for job interviews take
Dr Collis compound.It has just a little opium and other wonderful goodies.
Oh dear.it’ s been banned
Look in your cupboard and see what you can spot.Opium was popular not so long ago.
They are giving out packed lunches in the hospital so make sure your relative has some sharp scissors and Elastoplast plus a plate.
Soon they will get all their meals this way after Microwaves are installed
Alternatively you can bring them food from home. a quiche
will last for 3 days in winter .As will tomatoes.
Or send pizza to the Ward.
We can’t feed everyone.
We are not your Saviour.
If you feel àt death’s door stay at home
Why not shoot yourself and end the torment now?
Irony is good for you
Is Free Thinking A Mental Illness?
The DSM-IV is the manual used by psychiatrists to diagnose mental illnesses and, with each new edition, there are scores of new mental illnesses. Are we becoming sicker? Is it getting harder to be mentally healthy? Authors of the DSM-IV say that it’s because they’re better able to identify these illnesses today. Critics charge that it’s because they have too much time on their hands.
New mental illnesses identified by the DSM-IV include arrogance, narcissism, in above-average creativity, cynicism, and antisocial behavior. In the past, these were called “personality traits,” but now they’re diseases.
Is it mental illness to feel down
When we see a hospital destroyed
Little children plunged into the void
Mr Putin smiles more than he frowns
God himself was cruel in the past
Destroyed Gomorrah full of wicked men
He used to be be more active way back then
Is it Satan gloating in the blast?
We can’t believe a war is close at hand
We don’t want to lose our own dear men
Babies with. no fathers cry 🥺 n vain
Ukraine’s agony spreads through the land
R
Beware the deliver pass,hard won
For I have foolishly got one
It says I can order every day
But guess what folks, they make me pay!
I tried to do one this weekend
But in 6 days I have sinned
I bought 2 loaves just for the ghosts
Foetuses, and heavenly hosts
Though my babies never grew
I still have all their gowns so new
O mother, mother, come you back
I need your arm ,I feel my lack
My linen closets full of clothes
I know the babies won’t want those
Now I’m old,I’d like to see
Their little eyes smile down on me
Tantrums, shrieks and other noise
I would welcome any voice
And one might look like my dear love
Why did God take them above?
Mysterious are his ends today
How can humans know his ways?
The Lord may give, the Lord may take
Blessed be his wounded Face
For God himself does suffer too
His eyes wet diamonds , polished dew
Make scones into a light meal
As we know here scones are usually sweet.But it you leave out the sugar and add small amounts of grated carrot and courgette they become a meal when served with a salad.[Otherwise use raisins or sultanas]
For older people don’t make very small scones as they may find them too crunchy to chew.You can bake the mixture in the shape of a large circle and cut into slices to serve.It will take longer to cook
Ingredients for 12 scones
375g self raising flour
80g butter [tasted better]
250ml milk
The rest is missing!
Sorry
For a Tory MP to watch pornography in the House of Commons shows a distinct lack of imagination
And he is being paid a salary for this.
What a nerve to draw attention to their conceits.
He should be paying us
Off with his,.
Oh,Stan is feeling happy.
His wife has gone away.
She’s gone out to Australia
She won’t be home till May.
Oh,Stan has got a mistress,
She lives next door to him.
She is very curvy.
She won’t go to the gym!
Her first name it is Annie
She loves Stan and his cat.
She wears far too much makeup.
Her cheeks are very fat.
She wears bright coloured stockings.
Her handbag’s apple green.
She wears a dark red jacket,
In case she meets the Queen.
Stan loves Annie dearly.
He loves his wife as well.
What will be the outcome?
I’m damned if I can tell.
They’ve been in this threesome
For twenty seven years;
Even though Stan’s mother
Said it would end in tears.
Mary is Stan’s wife
They only had one child.
Her name is little Lyra.
and she is very wild.
She looks quite like a tiger
Her eyes are very sharp.
But Lyra’s a musician.
She plays an Irish harp.
Stan wanted more children
But Mary went off sex.
She never let him love her
Except via a text.
She called him her sweet baby.
She called him “little lamb”.
Stan gets very angry.
For Stanley is a man.
He wants to join with Mary
Like couples usually do.
He wants to unite with her
But she always has the flu.
Now she’s giving lectures
In the southern hemisphere.
So Stan makes love to Annie
And swigs ten pints of beer.
The cat Emile is watching.
He keeps a daily log.
Stan has bedded Annie
Right there on the rug.
He’d vacuumed it that morning
To Emile’s great surprise.
The antics they performed on it
Have opened Emile’s eyes.
Now they’re in the kitchen
To microwave a meal.
Then Stan says to Annie
“I like the way you feel.
I once had be a doctor called Mercy
He went to church only on Thursday.
When he was wed
He bought a new bed
I have that news mainly by hearsay
The tree is still as silently it rests
The sky is pale, anaemic,without zest
Everything is waiting for the word
To tell us human life is not absurd.
G
Oh,woman it is not your long gold hair
That draws the man into your little lair
It is your independence and your mind
Your morals and your dignity so fine
Never worry if your looks are plain
Do not suffer anguish,mental pain
For if you know the ten commandments well
You know men cannot worship you and tell
If your hair is thin and full of grease
Men will come to you on bended knees
For they fear too much beauty will engross
Illusion binds the heart and mind once foes
Do not be so anxious to be fair
Men will love you more the less you wear
“With regard to the sharpest and most melting sorrow, that which arises from the loss of those whom we have loved with tenderness, it may be observed, that friendship between mortals can be contracted on no other terms than that one must some time mourn for the other’s death: and this grief will always yield to the survivor one consolation proportionate to his affliction; for the pain, whatever it be, that he himself feels, his friend has escaped.”
– Dr Samuel Johnson
The time to make preparations is before you begin
In certain lights the tree looks almost black.
Between the branches, light flows as through cracks
I got my my fourth injecrion done today
Surprisingly we do not have to pay
Do not go gentle into that good night
Wriggle all the time or fleas will bite.
Keep shouting at the dog until daylight
Make love again or we will have a fight
Drink your whiskey even a full pint.
I made you a new will but you must sign.
I need you here and do not say ‘how quaint
Everybody else has seen the light.
I saw it now I feel distaste.
You think that grief is hard and it is so
But harder still is emptiness of soul
Do not expect rewards for loving well
The more you love the more your loss is hell
Why did I spend all my time with him?
I could have drowned my soul
I imbibed gin
He said he hated me, where to begin
I was just too stupid to die then
He liked me much he worshipped my best coa to
The collar at the neckline looked like stoat
I thought that it was mink so warm in boats
Fare thee well dear husband you can’t vote
Why do we feel shame when we are seen?
Whose the eyes that glare like a bad dream
A little child is frozen,feels unclean
Across the country many see this scene
Now students make sure you can read your own handwriting Mary said loudly just before she woke up.
And what were you lecturing on, asked Emile the cat.
I think it was Cassandra.she cried
I never knew Cassandra was interested in maths, Emile told her.
I don’t mean Cassandra Smith
Well who do you mean,?
That is the mystery of life
THE mystery Is there only one?
That’s the other mystery
I threw lilies for the priest to tread
He carried Jesus so the teacher said
Things aren’t what they seem the Father said
I love you but there is no place for bed
I know a gypsy boy is better bred
Close to that green nature we are glad
The flowers do not fret about their dress
Nor do they have sins which they confess
The smile lit up her face, the blackness shrank
For this lightning we give many thanks
Her eyes were like green amber damp with rain
They glowed so much it gave my head a pain.
Her nose was short but did its job with ease
Every hour it gave out a big sneeze.
Her ears were pink with love though somewhat bent
Lord have mercy,she is feeling faint
Lie her down by me and I will pray .
I know the words but what do we my words say?
What a gentleman was doctor Brown
He was admired all over our town
He loved cats and dogs
Morecambe Bay in a fog
And he never put anyone down
When did you visit NZ ?
About 4 fears ago
How did it go?
Fearfully well.
How was the sport?
The jeers were so so
And the penalties?
Just cheers of some sort
I bought more cyclamen and thought of you
Wandering through wild flowers by my side
I don’t know where to put them,they might die
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue
All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought some cyclamen and wanted you
Wandering through wild flowers by my side
I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought these little flowers and thought of you