I had an interesting conversation a woman who said to me that she was never aggressive that she was assertive.
But can you judge your own behaviour or should you take into account how people experience you?
I asked her that question and she knocked me out with a single claw.
I bed your jargon.
What rhyme is it?
What play is it today ?
I’m afraid. I have to go home somehow
Won’t you pay for wee?
Please raise the dead before I come
It’s a good thing we had sex before marriage because we have had none since
What about your 15 children?
They have not had it either
I had a cat which never scratched or bit
Her manners were perfection , I can say
But on the stairs she lay and fell asleep
So tripped me up when I had got a tray
She always knew when I had a new dress
For she would leap down from the window sill
And she would try to milk the fabric pure
Till I had threads and holes where she had pulled.
She used her scratching post when we were home
Yet when we went away, she disobeyed
For we found scratches on the sofa arms
Where she had exercised the right to play
Yet when she died we missed her very much
So now she’s sitting on the sofa, stuffed
We felt lonely in the garden
Noone climbed through our dense briars
All we saw were flying saucers,
Plus twenty menstruating liars.
Is it right to be amusing
Is it ethical or droll?
I have neuralgia in my eyeball
Would you like to see it roll?
Would you like to be my pupil
Would you widen in the light?
I saw angels on the roses.
What a ravishing delight