I studied the Arts of Love and War. I studied higher dimensional geometry. I studied other realities And I produced a learned article, As I love the strange world of the particle.So when the day came I studied you. I found I love you so much too. I don’t need mathematics to know what’s true For my heart has reasons anew. Equations have positive and negative solutions. Metaphors for Love, Hate and Evolution. Reflecting a long mirrored Revolution.I love Abstract Geometry, And I love knitted Topology, Even if it’s a whimsical Tautology. It taught me the simple wisdom. Of Crocheted Accountancy, Knitted boulangerie. Strings of theorems dangling, Make a very good wall hanging And woven Number Theory Because it’s so springy and cheery. It makes a very lovely bedspread . Somewhere to rest my dreaming head.I like the Surface Geometry Of your Body,more than I like General Relativity, Or Algebraic Topology, Or even Love Poetry. I want to view all of you. I need to love,and to hate you, too. I study your personal Trigonometry Your so solid Geometry. Your personal Morphologhy.I love your geniality And your cool conviviality Love has proved good for us two, More certain than Pythagoras’s theorem Was thought to be, before Riemann. Now all my cello strings are vibrating too. What did you do?I’d like to have a dance with You To the music of General Relativity Will you come and waltz with me So we can spin within the Spheres Hear music non-Platonic too? Subtle harmony,sweet geometry, Algebraic symmetry,quizzical homology. Radical new cosmology.I am woven and patterned with you. We make a fine bed spread too Uniting the male and the female view, Incorporating the bodily anew.I love to see your corporeality. Your eyes and facial originality. You’re so whimsical and non-inimical too. Let’s unite the sensual With the metaphysical. Our love hit the critical Mass to go into orbit to Encircle the entire Universe It just grew and grew and grew. Now we have much co-creating to do, Taking the very long term view. And much more lovely dancing to The music generated by us two In collaboration with All that the world is.
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Thought, the vision of the inner eye, Peers behind the mask of mundane view A choosing from the symbols that come by So into meaning many words are fused
Thought to me is vision without words; Needs silent presentation and review. The words translate the images that surge Then fall back to the ocean where they grew.
Like coloured visions of the deep sea bed Where fishes reel and dance, where life is new. What we mean with difficulty’s said Yet evocation summons it to view.
Let my words evoke love deep in you; Answer me with many kisses new.
Stan flew into Mary’s lovely bedroom and examined his stunningly beautiful,sleeping wife.She was still reading Ted Hughes’ letters and had abandoned Wittgenstein. completely.She was also reading Sylvia Plath- the poetry of negativity.Strange indeed he thought,for bedtime reading.But she always was a bit different.As usual she had a big box of tissues on her bed.
She had so far not got a new man in her life; he was grateful ,as ,even though he was dead, he liked to come to see her and if another man was in the bed he would feel it wrong to spy on them to see if anyone else could warm up this semi- frozen yet delightful lady and give her what she needed before it was too late.She was already 89!
Mary woke up all of a sudden and having leaped out of bed ,fell over and was sitting on the rug looking quite puzzled.With some difficulty she managed to get up by turning onto her knees.She then went to the bathroom.
When she came back she tied a silk scarf round her eyes to keep the light out and lay back on her pillows.Stan would have liked to kiss her but was afraid she might get a shock.She didn’t read although one night she did sing psalms in bed before lying down with tears on her round cheeks as she remembered his last moments of human life.
She was still the most untidy person he had ever met and her room was full of pens,boxes of jewellery and scent not to mention a mountain of clothes,books and garishly coloured shoes and handbags..and a few rather superior ones
He went to the kitchen where Emile was watching the dawn through the glass door.
Hi ,Dad,how’re you doing up there now?
I am adapting slowly .said Stan.I wonder why you can see me but Mary can’t.
They both sat silently pondering this.
Well, nearly breakfast time,I’ll take another peek at Mary.
He went upstairs and Mary was laughing as she dictated her dreams into a laptop to make a video.
I dreamed Stan was here and he was pulling funny faces at me which made me laugh so much it woke me up.Then it happened again.
Stan turned and flew gently away thinking Mary must be getting better.
As for him,don’t people know that even in Heaven people miss their partners or children?
Now that’s a research topic for this year.
And don’t say,all of us
Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft Rain and shadowed clouds would suit our mood When we are the warp without the weft
As if we are the pen and no ink’s left As if we hunger yet there is no food Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft
Our mind slows down and all we do is drift Evil thoughts into the soul intrude Like we are the warp without the weft
Let the eye and all its muscles rest With wider focus we may cease to brood Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft
Do not try with will power nor it test Relaxation brings back knowledge of the good We take it in like babies at the breast
We must not test the will but let it go Trust the ocean and eternal flow Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft Sometimes sunshine brings its golden gifts
Good morning,Ms Brown Gosh,you are s politically correct ,doctor In my view,it matters only for us to be medically correct,dear.And grammatically,of course. How true, noble sire. Now, what’s the problem today,madame? It’s my nerves,doctor.I hate them so much I feel almost derisory..which is totally crackers nowadays with so many street drugs to take one’s mind out of this world. What’s wrong with your nerves to make you feel like this all of a sudden? I think they are too big,mein herr.Can I have plastic surgery on them to replace then with plastic ones .I mean artificial like dentures are for teeth that drop out?The dentist told me my nerves are double the average size. for humans, But what is the standard deviation? Averages are no use alone.I wish people learned this in school How dare you say that! I have never deviated in any way.And I’ve never been average… and surely double the average size must mean something gross is going on? What a pity this is.You are a very charming and glamorous lady…I say that only to comfort you,not to seduce you which is illegal anyway,even if I wanted to do.Which I deny absolutely; Well,my nerves feel like long wild grasses waving in a cold westerly breeze in a great big meadow in Hartland,North Devon where many lips have cracked.And sailors drowned off shore too…why some even drowned on the shore and their ghosts still wander below the sheer and terrifying cliffs of alabaster and silver. Have you ever though of writing narrative or lyrical poetry or even romantic novels? What,write poetry with nerves like this?Do you think I’m a masochist or what? Well, you could try using a pen or a keyboard,you know. Now,God has given some of us larger nerves than others.It’s an evolutionary advantage to have some sensitive people about,like the canaries in the coal mines.They feel trouble coming before the rest of humankind That’s hardly any use to me as I am childless and can’t pass it on. God didn’t know that when he created you.Or if he did,he knew with nerves like this motherhood would be perilous and at least you can be a human canary Well,is there any surgery to help me or any other amelioration to my symptoms? Apart from removing your head there’s not much I can suggest right now, if you want a verdict,perhaps you can plant some wild flowers amid these long waving grasses and enjoy the beauty that you will perceive in summertime if you can be patient You’re an odd doctor compared to the usual one. Actually I’m really the computer repair man.The system has crashed and so has the doctor…temporarily I knew you looked different but I put it down to my giant nerves disturbing my vision… So will you come back to see the doctor later?He is just in the pub drinking blackcurrant liqueur for his nerves! What’s it got to do with you if I come back again or not? I love your mind,I love your body .I love your tentacles,receptecles and all your past and future particles.I love every bit of you especially your nerves.I always liked a woman with very big nerves. Really? Well,that’s cheered me up a great deal.I like the beast in man.How about my wild grasses? I love those too.Why,I’d like to lie down amongst them if you catch my drift. Can you read between the lines or write between them? Have you ever thought of taking up psychotherapy? I prefer to help computers.Hearing sad stories from disturbed folk all day must be draining as you can’t run out when you get overwhelmed like you can at parties Yes,but it would be horribly fascinating to hear all these stories.And now I am off to the garden centre to buy some flower seeds. I’d give you some seeds myself but it would be wrong to sow your field here in this office and the doctor might come in any time now which would be a trifle unseemly. Well,he could sow his wild oats as well! What a wicked woman you are;I love your mind.You seem quite out of the orddinary… please keep your big nerves. I am only offering this with the aim of calming those huge nerves .I am not thinking of enjoying lust or of how romantic you seem and how artistically brilliantl you are dressed and your golden curls and blue clothes.And your cleverness. I quite understand.I shall keep it all under my hat. if you see what I mean It’s an amazing red hat.Are you a Cardinal? No,I stole it off one I’d love to hear the whole story….who,when and where? Well,I hope to publish it on Swindle soon. We can’t wait.
Illiterate and obese my cat is kind Her fur is clean and shiny,she is groomed She eats my dinner then she reads my mind
Shall I shame her,tell her she’ll go blind Fantasising while she’s in my room? Illiterate and obese, my cat is kind
She thinks that Boris Johnson has resigned He will dance but only to his tunes He steals my dinner, taxing is refined
When in doubt, attack the weak and blind Tax their indoor bathrooms,feel no gloom The illiterate and obese, I find more kind
All my words have vanished,I declined Trust no other till you’re sure we’re doomed Don’t taint my dreams, I’m paranoid, I mind
Now we’re governed by that Eton loon He broke the law they’ll purge him very soon Illiterate and obese, the poor are kind They saw Jesus Christ get sent to Mind
Now love is not an easy word to use, for excess talk has torn away its soul. In cards and letters,we must stand accused; so where love dwelt,there’s now a widening hole.
And if our language changes, what’s the cost, when life departs from words that meant so much? Or is there something permanently lost when hands and pens have lost the way to touch?
We soon forget what loving used to mean We change to fit our fractured complex realms Till we are now as fractured in our schemes and what once was,seems never to have been.
Yet there’s a remnant found in art and song Which we can capture if our spirits long.
it was Annie, Stan’s mistress when he was alive. Quite what her status was now is hard to imagine. However she remained on friendly terms with Mary and indeed had helped Mary a good deal while she was grieving,mainly by being present in an understanding manner not to mention making frequent cups of tea
I’m going to see the Pope in Rome Mary cried out
Are you being sarcastic, ironic, or have you gone mad? Annie replied
Well I was trying to be sarcastic but I am not very good at it yet but I hope to improve as time goes by because research shows being sarcastic improveyour creativity
But can you be sure which part of your life will become more creative Annie ask her thoughtfully
For example you might become more creative in the way you trying to attract men
Well that would not be difficult said Mary as I do nothing to try to attract them at the moment and on the other hand it could be rather time-consuming
Would it improve my ability to write in a creative manner or to be more creative in what I cook
I have no idea Annie told her. the only problem is is that if you practice on me it might affect our friendship
You are far too childish Mary told her. Is that sarcastic?
Tell me, the ex mistress of your ancient husband
What do you mean ancient he was only 23”
23 what? said Annie? Are we being sarcastic?
Well if we can’t know the answer then we are not being sarcastic because I am sure we would realise if we were
I am glad you can express yourself in such a brief manner
What have briefs got to do with it?
I just found a bag full of dry ones and I have been Folding them and putting them into the draw.er
Do you mean knickers?
Yes I do but I couldn’t remember the name
You’re pulling my leg
No I’m not I’m nowhere near your leg
Don’t tell me that you are not familiar with the expression meaning that you are joking
Why do you assume I am not familiar with anything?
I am giving you the benefit of the doubt
Doubt is a very dangerous State of Mind
Shall I wear the pink knickers or the blue ones I spend all morning trying to decide so it is best not to doubt anything but to believe that what you do must be correct and everybody else is wrong
That’s alright as long as you’re not stealing people’s husbands
If they can be stolen so easily what does that tell us about the state of the marriage? nothing nothing at all, men are so easily beguiled that is in the best of marriages they’re not be enough to keep them faithful for ever
Don’t be so horrible I was trying to be sarcastic Should it not come naturally like loving
What kind of loving do you mean?If you mean physical loving it doesn’t always come naturally to human beings’many couples go for help in having a baby and the doctor discovers but they didn’t realise what sex was
They thought by sleeping in the same bed the wife will get pregnant
It seems very hard to believe but compared to thinking about Donald Trump
and his lies it is nothing Shall I put the kettle on said Mary
That is sarcastic Annie said because you know that I always put it on when I am here it is more like dropping hints Mary cried All these things are very hard for scientists. you don’t solve mathematical problems by dropping a hint nor does anyone drop hints to you whereas in interpersonal relationships it is very important to be able to drop hintd and to be able to take hints when they’re dropped in front of you Mathematics and physics much easier than everyday life because they contain no sarcasm no irony and no hints whatsoever I wonder if Wittgenstein would agree with you>
as he is dead we cannot know
I was just being sarcastic that’s all!
It seems like that Mary and Annie are going to have to spend much longer practicing sarcasm before they were able to go outside and be sarcastic to neighbours or Friends
well Emile’s view is that he will not accept sarcasm from anybody
he will bite the hand that feeds and in necessary
because he knows that Mary will forgive him when he apologizes
On the other hand it will be easier if he didn’t bite anyone As God might be angry with Emile for being trying animal to live with
Hello Mary what are you doing today?
it was Annie, Stan’s mistress when he was alive. Quite what her status was now is hard to imagine. However she remained on friendly terms with Mary and indeed had helped Mary a good deal while she was grieving,mainly by being present in an understanding manner not to mention making frequent cup see if resumes of tea and putting out the washin
I’m going to see the Pope in Rome Mary cried out
Are you being sarcastic, ironic, or have you gone ma? Annie replied
Well I was trying to be sarcastic but I am not very good at it yet but I hope to improve as time goes by because research shows being sarcastic improveyour creativity
But can you be sure which part of your live will become more creative Annie ask her thoughtfully
For example you might become more creative in the way you trying to sttact
Well that would not be difficult said Mary as I do nothing to try to attract them at the moment and on the other hand it could be rather time-consuming
Would it improve my ability to write in a creative manner or to be more creative in what I cook
I have no idea Annie told her. the only problem is is that if you practice on me it might affect our friendship
You are far too childish Mary told her. Is that sarcastic?
Tell me, the ex mistress of your ancient husband
What do you mean ancient he was only 23”
23 what? said Annie? Are we being sarcastic?
Well if we can’t know the answer then we are not being sarcastic because I am sure we would realise if we were
I am glad you can express yourself in such a brief manner
What are briefs got to do with it?
I just found a bag full of dry ones and I have been Folding them and putting them into the draw.er
Do you mean knickers?
Yes I do but I couldn’t remember the name
You’re pulling my leg
No I’m not I’m nowhere near your leg
Don’t tell me that you are not familiar with the expression meaning that you are joking
Why do you assume I am not familiar with anything?
I am giving you the benefit of the doubt
Doubt is a very dangerous State of Mind
Shall I wear the pink knickers or the blue ones I spend all morning trying to decide so it is best not to doubt anything but to believe that what you do must be correct and everybody else is wrong
That’s alright as long as you’re not stealing people’s husbands
If they can be stolen so easily what does that tell us about the size of the marriage? nothing nothing at all, men are so easily beguiled that is in the best of marriages they’re not be enough to keep them faithful for ever
Don’t be so horrible I was trying to be sarcastic Should it not come naturally like loving
What kind of loving do you mean?If you mean physical loving it doesn’t always come naturally to human beings’many couples go for help in having a baby and the doctor discovers but they didn’t realise what sex was
They thought by sleeping in the same bed the wife will get pregnant
It seems very hard to believe but compared to thinking about Donald Trump
and his lies it is nothing Shall I put the kettle on said Mary
That is sarcastic Annie said because you know that I always put it on when I am here it is more like dropping hints Mary cried All these things are very hard for scientists. you don’t solve mathematical problems by dropping a hint nor does anyone drop hints to you whereas in interpersonal relationships it is very important to be able to drop hintd and to be able to take hints when they’re dropped in front of you Mathematics and physics much easier than everyday life because they contain no sarcasm no irony and no hints whatsoever I wonder if Wittgenstein would agree with you>
as he is dead we cannot know
I was just being sarcastic that’s all!
It seems like that Mary and Annie are going to have to spend much longer practicing sarcasm before they were able to go outside and be sarcastic to neighbours or Friends
well Emile’s view is that he will not accept sarcasm from anybody
he will bite the hand that feeds and in necessary
because he knows that Mary will forgive him when he apologizes
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On the other hand it will be easier if he didn’t bite anyone As God might be angry with Emile for being trying animal to live with
“Not only did I find that trying to describe my experience enhanced the quality of it, but also this effort to describe had made me more observant of the small movements of the mind. So now I began to discover that there were a multitude of ways of perceiving, ways that were controllable by what I can only describe as an internal gesture of the mind. It was as if one’s self-awareness had a central point of interest being, the very core of one’s I-ness. And this core of being could, I now discovered, be moved about at will; but to explain just how it is done to someone who has never felt it for himself is like trying to explain how to move one’s ears.” ― Marion Milner, A Life of One’s Own
I found my first phone in the drawer by chance C 1 -01, a Nokia, coloured pink Memories of my flower photographs
We look but we don’t see,oh,happenstance Now I shall pour out the tea and drink I found my first phone in the drawer by chance
I saw cats and dogs but no giraffes Now I might just sit to muse and think Of memories and my flower photographs
We walked around those gardens holding hands Saw the iris and the rose.oh God be thanked I found my first phone in the drawer by chance
You preferred the sea shore.edge of sands The waves ran on our feet, the fishes winked Oh memories ,oh all our photographs
Like the fish, you also sent a wink Just before you died, a smile , cheeks pink I thought you looked much better,but no chance Blessed memories of our lives in photographs
Oh,John Joe was a farmer’s son. He lived up in the hills When he went to tend his sheep He saw the cotton mills. The rivers ran with water pure And so provided power Yet over these dark ruined towns The heathered hills did tower. Mary was a local girl Se walked out on the moors She wore a dress of silky cloth Printed with small flowers. John Joe saw Mary When he was dipping sheep She peered over a dry stone wall And saw the new lambs leap. Her hair was long.Her hair was gold Her eyes were sapphire blue. In John Joe’s eyes she was so fair What was a man to do? He watched her walking all alone Was she sad or sick? He showed her how his dog behaved And showed her shepherds’ tricks. So one day,he held her hand As they walked to the Pike. They stood up there and gazed all round So John thought he would strike. He bent down on his right knee And spoke to Mary then. I’ve loved you Mary since we met I hoped we’d meet again Mary smiled with her blue eyes; Her lips were pink and bright. I love you too and love the hills And. love the summer light. The next year they were married Mary wore white lace. She looked so happy then To know she’d her own place. The church bells rang,the people sang John and Mary wed! And naturally, when evening came, At last, they went to bed. When Mary lay in John Joe’s arms She knew this was her home. And so for many, many years About the hills they roamed. They cared for sheep and hens and goats They cared for children three. They never had a falling out… But talked beneath a tree. From youth to age the years went by But John still loved his bride. And Mary too was happy With John Joe by her side. Their faces,lined, were full of cheer Their hair as white as snow And everywhere that JJ went Mary too did go. Until the day came for his death He lay down in the grass Mary ran and held him close And thus sweet John did pass. The muffled bells rang from the tower John Joe was carried in. The parson prayed and hymns were sung. The sheep dog made a din., In the dark earth John was laid And Mary wept and cried. what will I do now,my sweet John , without you by my side? So Mary grieved and wept and sighed And thus she spent two years… The loss was great and bent her back with the weight of care. For when we open up our hearts We feel both joy and woe. This is the pattern of our love, Which like the river flows
Mary wore her new garnet red winter coat to go to the dentist and doctor who were in the same building.Unfortunately, it was shorter than her wool skirt, which had a quite few moth holes in it First, she had to see the doctor. Hello dear, how are you getting on without your husband? Can’t you afford a new skirt? He calls now and then.He told me he has bought me a house in Ealing. Did he give you the address? No, but if I am living in Ealing I shall have to change doctors. You can change here if you want to. But I like and respect you, doctor Thank you so much.Very few people ever praise me.And unlike you, many people come here in dirty old clothes. I just got this new coat.I may not have needed it, but ,to me, it is a symbol of wishing to return to life again. That’s a good one.I’d better not tell my wife! Is she quite extravagant? Not really.I suppose there is no absolute level of spending which defines extravagance.What is normal for Princess Kate would not be for my wife.It is I suppose a way of dressing so you look ok for the life you lead and does not get you into debt. Surely you like your wife to look good? As long as she feels good, I don’t mind. Anyway, why did you wish to see me? Well, you don’t come very much so I wanted to see how you were getting on I had a panic attack in the waiting room just now.I got vertigo Are you frightened of me, my dear? No,I really love you, doctor. Shush, that is not allowed I just meant in a Christian sense although you are a Hindu.But when it comes down to it all religions are about compassion and love if we look carefully. That is hard to believe nowadays. I know.I suppose it’s an ideal to aim for. All I can do is do my job well and look after my family and my patients. Find God in the little things.See how small an acorn is and wonder.If I swallowed one would an oak tree grow inside me? No.it would have to grow by the sewer Imagine under the ground may be thousands of oak tree growing Only if silly idiots swallow acorns! I’m sorry.I have this vivid imagination.Can I have it removed and put a plastic one in? Not yet but no doubt it will happen.Go outside and walk around a lot Why? Because I have decided you are ok and we’ve talked enough. Thank you so much, doctor. And so say all of us Then Mary picked up her red coat which the doctor had not seen and she went into the dentist waiting room.The kind receptionist got her some water as Mary did not understand the machine.Uncountable infinity, yes.Water machines, no. This dentist was a most beautiful young woman darting about like a coloured fish in the deep ocean. The filling is still here!The tooth broke.I shall repair it for you. Thank you, Mary told her.It is almost a pleasure to come here. Almost? the dentist replied. It’s a day out for me, Mary told her.I don’t meet intelligent young women like you so much. Oh, my.I forgot to feed Emile.Hi, can you send a cab, please? I must go home or my cat will never forgive me. A handsome young man appeared with a silver car.It almost seemed like a dream.How would Mary know? He was a Muslim and his wife a Christian. And both are good to us.
Mother, it is great to be up North Can we take a trip to see High Force? I don’t think we can manage that,I said Why ever not,I need to leave my bed Well,I can’t drive for I can’t see so well He looked at me with pity, it was hell Shall we take a cab, he questioned me I don’t think they can get there before tea We can take a flask and your fruit cake I knew his mother well, and could she bake! I did not like to say it is too far Two hundred miles or more from where we were He asked again about my honeymoon Did you find it over all too soon? I felt a blush spread over my fair skin He was my husband, I spent it with him But yet I could not take away his joy He loved his mother much when a small boy. Judging by the smile on his dear face Freud was right, he wished to me embrace. Is it wrong to let a man mistake His wife for his late mother, that is fake. But since he was so sick and suffered long I had to keep him going with her songs She sung in her church choir the hymns of praise To overcome that strange weekend malaise So valiant as ever in my work I sang O Praise the Lord as in the Kirk I sang Oh, little town of Bethlehem Of course there was no wall there way back when He still did read the paper every day And in the night when sleepless he would pray. I would have lifted rocks and cut through steel If I could have made his heart valves heal Yet still our masquerade was to him real He held my hand and smiled with great appeal. Then he said he’d like to go to bed With his own mother, what could I have said? I made some tea and he smiled even more I guess that’s why he lived to 94.
Posted on November 11, 2017 The summer heat made cobblestones like stoves The Coronation happened, I know now We played with melted tar, industrial bairns.
My mother’s hands were black and much beloved The coal and coke had tattooed her, we sa The summer heat made cobbles hot as stoves.
In the road, we played our ancient games The older children passed the knowledge down We played with melted tar, industrial wains.
The bully boys were cruel , did not heed love A little boy had tried to be a clown In summer heat, they beat him on the stones.
We were silent as they flaunted power again; But in our hearts, we knew we’d let him down We threw warn melted tar, industrial wains
And in our phantasy, he was alone. No-one knew who threw the vicious stone The summer heat made cobbles feel like flames We played with melted tar, Christ died again
kakistocracy (n.) Look up kakistocracy at Dictionary.com1829, “government by the worst element of a society,” coined on analogy of its opposite, aristocracy, from Greek kakistos “worst,” superlative of kakos “bad” (which perhaps is related to the general IE word for “defecate;” see caco-) + -cracy.
From time and place and season, I am lost, Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn. Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost, Nor label me with epithets of scorn. For usual paths lead to the usual place. The safest way to live and perhaps to die, But wandering through the woods I find new space and in wild grasses with the fox I lie. Through distant trees, I see a way to go As narrow as a slit in pale limestone. I pass in silence as if in deep,deep snow. My courage rises even as I groan. Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find Another way,a place,another mind.
can see there is plenty of material here for me to write my next book:
Deceptive appearances and the fascination of apparent dullness.
Oh, that sounds very unusual.
Well, I’ve never believed in true dullness.There is always a story.
See, I’ve just met you a man of 98 yet you have a wife, a mistress and a crazy cat.. and I’ve only been here for one day.Imagine
what else I may discover here.
They heard a siren.
Oh, no!We’ve not even rung 999 and here is the ambulance….
Mary will be so angry.You see Dave is bisexual
My goodness, are you having an affair with him.
No way, shouted Stan.My life is tough enough already.He can be bisexual or even trisexual but I’m not interested.
What does trisexual mean, enquired Emile.
I have no idea but I thought it sounded good, admitted Stan.
Peter stood up.
I think I’d better go home and start to see my patients.
Now Emile, put your nerve somewhere safe.We don’t want you to lose it again.
Thank you, darling cried Emile.I think I’ve formed an erotic transference with you already.
Peter rushed out.
Is it me or is it them?he wondered.
I thought it would be quiet here on the edge of Knittingham but I think now wherever you are there will always be something unexpected happening.But I hope Emile will not begin to follow me around.I shall have to buy a lady cat and then Emile might fall in love with her instead.So off Peter went whistling a Bach cello suite and wondering how to cope with life in a suburb.. clearly it was not as dull as he had imagined.
Now schools open, lockdown comes again Jesus has one shepherd,one wise man Just one beast to keep the family warm And one black sheep to save them all from harm
Nero has one wife whom he will kill So he may have concubines at will The brother gone, which child will he proclaim After he’s fired all Rome up i on great flames?
Oh, Jesus on his Cross must die alone Except for Mary’s spirit and her bones One Roman soldier, Pilate with his lie The men who died with God, all crucified
Filled with joy, the demons prance around In their septic darkness underground
How my heart sings 