The sky is stark ,the air is cool and still
The black cat’s run,the birds unflowed all day
I sit alone and with some totty pray
Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will.

We’ve all enraged the bureaucratic mills
Oh frigid purse, I never ought to pay!
The sky ‘s a’spark,the air is warm and shrill
The saturnine demoted found their way

With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,
I cite the cheque and date it for next May.
Oh,tit for tat, the tiger’s bed ‘s astray.
And now all’re nettled by a harlot’s will
The sky ‘s a shark, the air is sharper still.

Dear All,
I am sure you can’t wait for my next installment of news and family success stories
.I am out of breath after putting away all my groceries, brought by Ocado.At last, I have some Waitrose food.It’s 3 years since I had any.
My first son who was born when I was a student at Boxford… yes, he is illegitimate but never mind, well he is coming to see me but not his father who is a Professor Emeritus.”Embarrassed Us” would be apter!
So I have splashed out and bought some tinned leekoup and also liver and bacon instead
of the Whiskas cat food I eat with pasta most days..Alas, I forgot to get any puddings but I may well make a bitter chocolate mould or a Russian Cheesecake.I suspect it is really a Jewish recipe but why does that matter?They invented/discovered God as well as writing and ethics.
If God liked Mary that is enough to make me like their cheesecakes.And their faces.And their voices.
My son is an MP but his name is a secret.From you, I mean.Not from the voters.He is trying his best but with all those other nitwits it’s not easy.If you watched “The House of Cards” you will get the picture.He is married and has six children.Why he is almost like a brother to me.His children are all silent but gifted.One can actually read music.I never even knew you were meant to
Normally I listen to it but it takes all sorts!
Into the kitchen now
Byee
Kristy