Small rain in summer
Pools on large green leaves,
Makes all birds dumber
Silently they weave.

Wrens fly to and fro
Nesting near the house.
They know where to go
With nestlings and spouse.

Simple life of green
Hiding in lush leaves.
A space to be unseen
Humans only grieve.

Where is our safe space,
Where can we live well?
As anguish veils the face
In green thoughts I dwell

Dye your own hair (easy when there’s only one)

Paint your own pictures and leave mine alone.

Write your own novel and save money because it will take you a long time to write this book and you won’t want to buy anymore while you’re doing it will you?

Buy your own books

Write your own poetry ;please do not send it to me. I don’t want a ghost writer on my blog unless it’s the holy ghost.

Pass your own water.

Make love everyday and then you can sell it if you have too much.

Identify your own flaws. Yes I am a cretin. My IQ is 67.8 recurring. That shows you don’t need a high result to do well in life. But you must be able to read and write and ideally do arithmetic.

Eat your own fish on Fridays. This is cruel if they are pets. So don’t give your fish names. Especially don’t call them Jesus

Make your own corn beef hash without the corned beef. Use heroin instead. Please do not leave potatoes in their jackets outside the men’s toilet

Create your own mental illness. You can create any number of them with a wicked imagination.

Calm your own self. I don’t want to become calm. I will wait till after death

Be obedient to your own rules.

Try yourself ,yourself. But you can’t be your own jury.

I’ll be judge I’ll be jury said cunning old Fury

From which play is that entry taken?

No

Stan was feeling puzzled. He stood in his front room staring at the rowan tree outside.
Do ants fall in love, he asked himself.
Are swans the most beautiful birds?
Shall I send Annie a card tomorrow?
Should I send Mary one as well?
He went outside and watched the ants running up and down the tree trunk. They seem to work so hard but they never get bored.
But is that true? We have no way of knowing. At last Stan has found a question with no answer.
Is boredom a unique quality of humans?
If that were so we ought to have a Patron Saint of Boredom though not of Bores.
Why are some people so boring?
Luckily Annie had seen Stan and rushed out in a teal coloured all wool dress made more striking by having butterfly motifs scattered on it at random.
“Why have you got those butterflies on your clothes ?” he asked her scientifically
“It’s to cover up the moth holes.”She pertly replied.
“You must have a lot of moths. Do moths fall in love? Do they get bored?”
“You seem in a funny mood today,” Annie murmured.
“Why don’t we go out for coffee?”
“I’ve just made a pot full. Please join me.”
“Thank you,” she cried mildly.
They sat down in the kitchen where Emile was sitting by the window.
“Good morning,Emile,”Annie shouted.
“No need to shout,” Emile miaowed politely.”I’m not deaf”.
“I am sorry, Emile.” she responded furtively,” I am over-excited.”
“Why is that? Stan demanded like an untrained philosopher in a maths class
“Well, I’ve already had ten Valentines.
“Already. You must have done it fast!” he teased her gently.
“No, you horrible idiot. I mean cards.
“You must be popular”
“Some look like women’s writing.”
“Let me see,” he asked swiftly.
To his surprise, one was in the handwriting of his wife Mary.
“Are you bisexual?” he asked her wonderingly.
“No, I’m just annissexual,” she replied saucily.
“What does that mean?”
“Well, it’s just one letter away from “Anti-sexual.”
“That’s a relief. You are not anti yet, then.”
“Not yet”, she whispered coyly.
“Would you make love to a woman?”
“Only if she made love to me.”
Mmmmmm
.Apparently seeing lesbian movies turns men on.do you watch them?”
“Not bloody likely,I want to get turned off.”
“That could be boring,” she said sweetly as she combed his eyebrows with an old toothbrush.
“Well,I could do the polishing better and get the house sorted out. Fill the freezer with casseroles and defrost the oven.
Yes, though would that be so rewarding as loving another human?
“I guess not” he answered slavishly.
“Shall we go to your place and have a cuddle.
OK
Emile was very put out as he liked to see people kissing but he had grown very philosophical over the years and at least he could get on with his book,
“Wittgenstein’s cat.”
He switched on the netbook and began to type:
“Not everyone knows how important cats were in philosophy. But now we can reveal all.
The saying,
“Of that which we cannot speak, we must miaow” was inspired by Daisy who lived in Cambridge
And,” Of that which we cannot purr we must yowl.” was inspired by Ludo, a fine male cat that lived with Wittgenstein in Ireland.
So as Emile types, we must tiptoe away for he has not much time

Let’s make the most of it

My man has gone to heaven on his own
Now I’m down here gnawing on a bone
Lamb chops bring the devil out in me
That’s why I still eat them for my tea

He said he’d had enough as he was old
He felt angry ,all his friends were gone
He asked for cigarettes and for champagne
I got it though it went against the grain

He even ate a meal before he died
Mashed up fish with carrots on the side
They did not bring dessert which angered me
I was going to have it for my tea

I do not want to find another man
For gender fluid people I shall scan

How to Live in the Face of Fear: Lessons From a Cancer Survivor https://www.nytimes.com/2020/04/05/us/kate-bowler-cancer-coronavirus.html?smid=nytcore-android-share