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?
How was the sport?
The jeers were so so
And the penalties?
Just cheers of some sort