Jesus never wished to be adored.

Image by Katherine

We spent 10 years a -wandering Southport Beach
You may wonder how but I don’t teach

I went to Sinai just to have a look
Now it is in Egypt . bless my boots

The Bedouin people have not found a home
In the deserts of my heart, they roam

I washed my dishes in some water cold
They are greasy but I’m going blind

Would you vote for leaving Asia next?
Brexit has put patience to the test

Are we in New Zealand’s trading zone?
We could cut the cord and be reborn

I read the Times and leave a comment too
To be quite clear I asked them , is I you?

The Bread that is so sacred feeds the poor
Jesus never wished to be adored.

I saw a beggar lying on the ground
I gave him my down coat, was that unsound?

I thought I’d go out on the River Thames
But then I went to Kew to make amends

The Inquisition, torture and then death
Jesus would be shattered by this mess

Don’t we pay the Hebrews for their Scrolls?
They told the stories , made the Bible whole.

All of Europe forced to go to Mass
Those unwilling, burn them up like grass

I hated sermons for men gave no clue
How to do in practice what they knew

I made some salad green and ate it all
The slugs and snails are looking up appalled

English grammar is no use to me
I want to go to Norway and catch flu

I made a rule :it is a sin to pee
Like sex and drugs and eating from my shoe

Why not work out what we’re made to do?
Making babies may be the real clue

Getting mystic, lying on the lawn
Is that a cat that bit me on the arm?

I fear my cat has grown her claws yards long
If she liked my boyfriend, she’d grow fangs

When in Egypt do not speak in code
They invented it to please the Lord

Do you long for marmalade in bed?
The duvet’s bitter orange matching bread

My husband phones when I’m asleep
I can’t pick it up, so it is cheap

Wandering in the Estuary of the Ribble
Stand on Sinking Sand and play the fiddle

If Britain travels like the great Titanic
Boris Johnson will sell us our own Panic

If you see a Polar bear at night
Take a photo followed by swift flight

I’d like to phone my husband but he ‘s gone
Get BT to lay a line for one.

I don’t believe in mourning over-long
I’ll soon be dead myself and feel the prongs

Grief is free for all of us on Earth
It hurts like Hell and makes the World seem cursed

Good night my little cat and my tame snails
I’m off soon to New Zealand with my tales