I flandered lonely as snow blouse That sleats on high o’er biles and thrills, When all at seance I saw a cowl The ghost, of hilden waffotills; Detide the blke, Coneath the fleas, Pluttering and muttering in the frieze
Conpenfed as the phores flat pint And swondleon the mockiray, They briched in never-blinding stone Along the gargins wove a ray: Ten thousand jaw I after flounce, Wessing their shads in golightly spance.
The daves deside them planced; but loy Out-said the parkling raves in schlee A paite could not clutter glay In juce a fecund timpanee: I glazed- and glazed- but little ploat What nealthy wasps shrew plea had clight:
For poft, when on my louch I wight In racant or in extensive flood, They flash upon drat innard plie Stitch up the blass of molotude; And then my girt with leisured gills, Fish dancing with the daffofrills.
Her smile out-did my wish to be cut off To hide inside a cupboard or a box While I drowned in pathos and old wrath
I had been by mental storms well tossed Measured by the devilish ticking clocks Her smile out-did my wish to be cut off
I had not realised the fatal cost Of self-help by a drastic nasty shock As I drowned in pathos and old wrath
Her smile I let come in, though I was lost Wandering in the graveyards of loves locked Her smile outdid my wish to be cut off
What is it with our nonsense and old stuff That lets each cell of skin decide to shut As we float in pathos and old wrath?
I took my heart and on it I did pluck The strings that sang a tune to mercy’s luck Her smile outdid my wish to hide away So I swam from pathos to love’s sway
Jack had just taken early retirement from his old job as a maths researcher. in Knittingham university.His large collection of books was overwhelming the home he shared with his excitable yet calm French wife Simone. Simone was still working at the university cleaning computers heads all day long.Now she was hoping that she and Jack could do more entertaining.If only he would get rid of some of the many books he owned! Simone left for work wearing her new pink cord trousers and a dark blue denim knit jumper with a long lasting beige foundation from Max Factor covering her deep red complexion. Jack gave the cat,Louisa, a hot bath in goat’s milk.Now instead of being grey she was cream coloured. I’ve been dyed,she shrieked politely but Jack never replied. He pondered,as he dried her what to do with all his maths books.He had thought of making a large collage but who would want it? Or he could donate them to the university or have a fire in the back garden. Suddenly he looked up and saw a very charmingly pink faced woman peering into the window. It was his neighbour Kim whose husband had disappeared last year,possibly inside a wheelie bin,though no-one was sure. Hello,Kim,did you want me?” he cried nervously I thought you might like some company for morning coffee.What a pretty cat.what is her name?” Louisa was wary of Kim,Maybe the purple trousers and orange jumper might give the cat an epileptic fit… she was a sufferer, just like St Paul.She hoped to be converted but so far was disappointed.She longed to see a vision of heavenly cat food in the sky. Can cats go to Mass? she mioawed to Jack. Yes,but they can’t have Communion,he responded furtively Well,we don’t eat bread but I love wine! I’ll mention it to the Pope next time I see him,Kim said with a roguish smile.Her make up looked to be waterproof as the drip in the ceiling was right above her head and heavy rain was falling yet her face did not change at all.Was it plastic coated? But Louisa,you would have to confess your sins.All your sins I never did a thing wrong in my whole life ,the cat replied haughtily. Well,you know the Church is only for repentant sinners,so if you never sin,you can’t repent. so it follows indubitably that you can’t join the Church!i studied Aristotle once so I get all logical with emotion.I only wish I’d got to Wittgenstein..I could have loved that man….though now I seem to recall he was gay…still,who knows? If that were true about the Church,would Jesus be allowed to join? Certainly not.He was perfect and also he was Jewish.So why would he want to join a Christian church? As he began it, he might like to see its holy life,Louisa purred loudly. Really,I think this is a very odd conversation murmured the parrot,Felix Semper. Not so odd,responded a tall dark man who just appeared from nowhere. I am called Jesus he said,but I’m from Malaga. In Spain many men are called Jesus,he continued mellifluously. Is that so, cried Kim murmured tenderly. I never met a Jesus before.If you married me it would give people a shock if I said I was married to Jesus! she whispered loudly behind her hand. Marry you! Is it leap year? Women have never proposed to me before. I was just thinking out loud,she replied demurely in her soft voice. Nuns used to be married to Jesus and wore a silver wedding ring. I was educated at a convent school.That’s why I’m so very neurotic. Are you really neurotic? Jack,screamed anxiously I have a whole shelf of books by Karen Horney here.Self Analysis, is just one. I could give it to you now…. Not in front of Jesus,she muttered chastely. Have you no moral feelings? No,I’ve never had any feelings of any sort in my entire. life but it’s done me no harm.Though how would I know? I’ll ask Simone when she gets back, we’ll see if she agrees! I’m just like a computer with a human body. I sometimes think I’d like a suit of silver armour. Bless you,my child,Jesus murmured. When they looked up the tall dark man was gone. They looked around but he had left no footprints. Should we call the police?He came in with no permission! How disgraceful. How dastardly. How disgusting How damnable. How divine. How dumb. How deplorable. So on they murmured until it was time to cook lunch. for the cats and birds.What a morning,what a life. Bless us,oh Lord!
Her smile out-did my wish to be cut off To hide inside a cupboard or a box While I drowned in pathos and old wrath
I had been by mental storms well tossed Measured by the devilish ticking clocks Her smile out-did my wish to be cut off
I had not realised the fatal cost Of self-help by a drastic nasty shock As I drowned in pathos and old wrath
Her smile I let come in, though I was lost Wandering in the graveyards of loves locked Her smile outdid my wish to be cut off
What is it with our nonsense and old stuff That lets each cell of skin decide to shut As we float in pathos and old wrath?
I took my heart and on it I did pluck The strings that sang a tune to mercy’s luck Her smile outdid my wish to hide away So I swam from pathos to love’s sway
Oh,mother dear wherever have you been To leave a cat all day is very mean Emile,I need my freedom now and then I can’t love Dave but I would like a man I must go out to buy a handsome coat Cognac is the colour I love most Emile cried, whatever do you think I saw some frogs a-courting in the sink I was on the draining rack up there They asked me to avert my amber stare
Are frogs faithful, don’t they just leave spawn? They are cold towards tadpoles unborn We saw them by Moss Bank in shallow pools Mary wonders if all frogs are cruel
Stan came with his angels right behind They are tired of heaven, they’ve resigned Here’s a pin upon which they can dance Mary was delighted and entranced
Do you need a dinner now you’ve died? I wouldn’t mind a steak, the old man sighed Some buttered new potatoes and a fool Rhubarb or vanilla would be cool
I have done no shopping, Mary cried I have no money for the food you like Shall I get a pizza, fish and chips That will put some colour in your lips
I am only joking, Stanley said I shall merely visit you in bed Emile wept with joy to see his Dad What a spirit, is he going mad?
In came Annie in her long best coat Her eyes were black and scratched was her throat I fell into the Croal when eating chips See the bruises on my pouting lips
Never walk on water,Mary screeched Even when you cross that Southport Beach Stay away from danger,I’ll ring Dave He will dress your bruises with his gauze
Annie did not tell them the real truth She had fallen off the sloping roof
How my heart sings 