Better to be read when you’re dead

I apologise most very sincerely for writing this terrible verse

If I wasn’t so bleeding intelligent let me tell you it would be a lot worse.

I can bring in some knowledge of physics of cooking and  stunning a hat

You have to  be extremely intelligent I think up something crazy like that.

I apologise with the utmost of empathy for writing again yesterday

It’s just the alternative I found that stops me from wanting to pray

I’m sorry I have broken the rules  here but I never knew quite what they were.

You must tell me what I ought to do now especially  if the table’s  the chair

I should have stuck to short stories because it’s the rhythm I like when I write

Like walking along on the seashore with the crests of the waves all turned white.

I apologize to all my students for teaching a travesty of maths

Now that the economy’s failing I feel I’m responsible for that.

I should have told them all clearly that economics will never be science

They should never learn mathematics in case they develop a reliance

They think every question has got answers, however stupid the words

They think  if they jump out of the the oak tree that they will fly just like the birds.

It’s best to acknowledge your ignorance before the wonders we see all around

Only the one who is empty can receive wisdom that is truly unsound.

I apologise to all the homeless to the workless the lame and of blind

We all thought that going to Oxford would give us the best kind of mind.

The mentally ill and the crippled must get themselves back into work.

They will soon be digging the graves up to get the dead back lest they shirk

I’m sure you love your new coffee shop with the blind and the dumb serving you

it will be ever so wonderful darling when the dead  shuffle back into view.

It will truly be the Resurrection when the ashes are turned into men

I’m afraid I’ll have to stop now because someone has stolen my pen

I expect it’s the ghost of my husband since he’s tired of being holy in heaven

Instead he prefers living in Dorset or ideally far better is Devon

Then will Jesus Christ come before us and ask us why we are all mad.

Even at Oxford in Cambridge there is no real answer to that

Never forget me my darlings for even when I am dead

I will looking back at my dear old blog, better to be read when you’re dead