Fray Father

Pray Father,give me your guessing.

My guessing!Don’t you mean my blessing.

Oh,probably.Possibly..who knows.

So have you any sins to tell me?

Yes,I broke a glass jug.

Whose was it?

It was mine,Father.

Surely it’s not a sin to break your own jug?

It is if you hit yourself on the head with it!

What made you do that?

I was angry with myself…I had been committing effrontery.

Do you mean adultery?Your main problem seems to be bad language.

No,Father I never say” Fuck”

You just did.

Well I had to do.I had no choice!

That’s what they all say…if only I heard some original sin I’d find life more interesting.

Well,it’s hard to think of anything original to do especially if it has to be a sin too.

You are just not using your creativity.

All right Father,Put your hands up.i’ve got a gun.

Where did you find that?

In my wife’s handbag.

Now we are getting somewhere.. that’s threatening a priest,interfering in your wife’s privacy and stealing a gun.Any other sins?

I could shoot you,I suppose.

No.no!That is going too far.

Shall I slap you?

No… just say something rude to me.

Your sermons are the most boring I have ever heard.

Well,that’s enough…I’ve never been so insulted in my life.

You have been very lucky then… you should hear what people say to me!

Well,you are both ugly and unintelligent.I don’t know how you had the nerve to marry.

I had no choice.She forced me.But I gave in quickly in case she changed her mind.

And you have seven children.

No, they are not all mine,And they are Jewish.

How can they be Jewish.

My wife is Jewish!

I thought she was just a lapsed Catholic.

No,she’s Jewish but not even an arranged marriage could be arranged for her so she used her imagination and decided an overweight ugly Catholic would be grateful for her love,

And are you grateful?

Yes, and so are all her lovers!

Who are they?

The curate is one of them and has two children .. they look just like him too.

And does she want them raised as Jews?

She just let’s them rise naturally and go with the flow.

Do they have to wear hats?

Only in the Synagogue!

Are you Jewish too.

Yes,it’s quite handy as we have Sabbath on Saturday and then we have Sunday on Sunday if you see what I mean.

I never met anyone who practised two religions before.;

Well,I figured it would double my chance of salvation!

Well. I must speak to the Rabbi.For your penance you must give £50 to Homeless at Xmas.

Am I absolved.

If you stay any longer you’ll be dissolved!

Thank you,Father.

And take that gun away. The police station will take it from you

I didn’t know the police were armed in this country.

Well there will be when you give them your gun

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The surprise of life

  • I am the widow of his soul
  • Now silence is folded and put to bed
  • He was worth the surprise of life
  • .He stares with eyes like green diamonds.
  • How can I win the appeal?Stop and tell the roses
  • He blest the waters as the froze… and he got bitten in the toes
  • .He has a horn on one side.. the other wore off when the bull fought him ove the cow
  • ..I fill the bends in time with laughter
  • With me it’s rhymes after time.
  • Line after line
  • Time for men…. now and then
  • Rhyme still wounds those with no skin
  • .A boring groan is soon tossed into the ocean.
  • Did you ever get that dramatic feeling?
  • Did your wife fall right through the ceiling?
  • What a hole!I bet you’re reeling.
  • Take it back, it’s too revealing.

My husband has a rubber face

  • My husband has a rubber face,
    A subspecies of the human race.
    Some men have faces fixed and set;
    My husband’s face is not like that.
  • He imitates our politicians,
    Just like Rory Bremner can.
    Though he has no wig or hair piece,
    He can look like anyone
  • .Some nights I waken for I am laughing
    While I am quite sound asleep.
    I am dreaming of his mobile features,
    Contorted to a different shape
  • .He is skilled at telling jokes.
    And he loves a good cartoon.
    If I am feeling flu type blueness
    he can get me up again
  • .He has a rather noble visage.
    He gets attention he abhors.
    In the bar on King’s Cross Station—
    I was asked was he a Lord!He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour.
    He’s a Lord at Listening Well.
    He’s unique, but so are you,
    And all creatures that on earth do dwell

A statue in a bog

No longer am I rooted like a tree

I’m like a statue standing in a bog

Of all secure connections I am free

My only soulmate is a little frog

The wind may blow me over then you’ll see.

I’ll sink into the earth like ancient logs.

I’m well acquainted with adversity.

Lost in this wet earth, my grave is dug

Eaten up by worms and myriad bugs

But not tossed out and eaten by the dogs

I dwell inside this heart still ruled by love

Abandoned by dear friends and family

An unenscripted gravestone floats to sea.

Omnipotence

All the world should grieve when I am sad.

The cats should howl, the weary homeward plod.

When I am weeping all the world should weep.

All children should cry out like homesick sheep.

And when I’m happy, happy all must be

Like travellers on the shores of wondrous seas.

When I am tired the world must turn to grey.

None must be exempt, then all must pay

When I am ill no one should be quite well

With aching pains and sickness they must dwell

When I’m restored they also must spring up.

No more of evil potions must men up

Such a world won’t fit reality.pay the awful penalty?

I must pay the natural penalty

NYTimes: THE DOCTOR’S WORLD; President’s Thyroid: Questions Of Mood

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One dear husband

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Oh,steam iron how I love your heat
And how you make my clothes so neat.
A flat iron is no use to me
No open fire is here,you see.
And thought I liked the flickering coals
I feared those faces that looked droll.
They were in the flames and peered
At anyone who ventured near.
I wonder how the people past
Kept their trousers neat and pressed.
Now I’ve bought a hand steamer
To keep the germs off my femurs
I didn’t like to say,my crotch
In case the devil is on watch.
I never ever used to think
My body perfume was distinct.
And yet it may appeal to men
I don’t want to try again.
One dear husband is enough
Though he did enjoy a cough
He had asthma and bad eyes
Looking out with wild surmise.
He saw my golden hair float by
As by his window it did fly
All at once he fell for me
And we sat by an apple tree.
His clothes were wrinkled so I thought
I would iron them for a start.
He could darn and polish floors
Cook lamb chops and apple cores.
So my steam iron sees much use
I wonder if it’s self abuse
For as a woman feminist
I’m not meant to iron vests
I’m not meant to boil men;s socks
Nor their pants of interlock
I’m not meant to make them tea.
What a naughty person,me!
I must confess these wicked sins
Then I’ll polish my cake tins.
Satan wants me down in hell
Don’t say he needs my iron as well
As he was an angel proud
I’ll save him into One Drive Cloud.