Don’t say you bait me already
Let me be your end
I want to blow Rome
Yes,I am very prized
Is that flea yours?
I think we should get a bed
What colour is your behind?
I hope she likes my revolver
She’s a rhinocerus at the hospital with a camera
The doctor promised to visit your grave.
I’ll take your ashes to the Surgery on Ash Wednesday although he is a Hindu
Don’t say you are off colour altogether
I say,you look really vague today
Don’t ask me for six every night
But I’m so hot I need an ice tube
Don’t keep hawking about texts
Category: humor
Round the bend

Oh,Mary is in horrid pain
It’s her sciatica again.
No pills can cure but nettles might
She will roll in them tonight
Emile is aware of this
He gives her a loving kiss
Emile, I’ve told you it’s not done
To kiss your mother though in fun
What would Stan think,were he here
Drinking from a can of beer?
What would Annie think of this?
Go, give her a big wet kiss
Oh,mother I might bite her lip
As my teeth are made to nip
Take my emery board and smooth
Your pointed teeth and any grooves
Can I use Stan’s old toothbrush
No, I threw it in the Wash
Maybe seals will use it there
Send them combs and do not swear
I did not mean to curse again
My back is aching,I’ve no pluck
Mother, dearest, don’t say fuck
Well, that’s Irish, it’s ok
The Catholics wlil offer prayers
I pray too for all my friends
Those bereaved or round the bend
Do you mean those who see ghosts ?
Maybe it’s the heavenly Host
As long as you look clean and neat
Noone will see your hooves or feet
Noone will know you see and hear
Emissaries from other spheres.
Don’t meet eyes nor stare at men
And always write with a good pen
You may be in another realm
Dave can see you’r overwhelmed
He will pat your head this day
For this he gets his kicks and pay
When you feel yourself again
See it you can spot old Stan
Where is Annie,Mary’s friend?
Where the Spirit which descends
Where are our neighbours whom we love?
Singing with the turtle dove
All the Saints will chant along
As Jesus sings his ancient songs
Spirits rise and Love is here
Drinking in the atmosphere
Whimsical and sensible ways to save money
Find out what kind of fish swim in the rivers or lakes near you
Find out if it’s legal to fish the rivers that do have trout or other edible fish And if it is legal start fishing assuming you can afford a fishing rod
The French eat snails so why don’t the British eat slugs? They must have some protein in their bodies!
See if it’s cheaper to make your own butter from milk then to buy butter in the supermarket.
Or switch to something cheaper. I don’t like margarine but if you can find a spread for your bread you might save a bit
If you are healthy but overweight you will save money by eating less and you will also help your joints.
Why not let your cat have kittens? When the kittens are mature enough you may be able to sell them but do make sure they go to good homes.
Don’t buy any clothes unless they are essential. I know that many of you still can’t even afford what is essential. Trying to keep warm it’s difficult in winter especially if you don’t drive so go to charity shops a to buy woollen scarf or hats gloves fabric gloves are quite warm.
Shoes can be very expensive.
Maybe you are alright for the moment but make sure you have some rainproof shoes for the winter.
During world war II people lived on a relatively restricted diet. They had no choice and some managed better than others.
I don’t think you are going to find many frogs legs or toads willing to be putting holes.
If you are throwing away a lot of food at the end of the week
Then you are buying too much.
Analyse what you’ve not eaten I’ll ask yourself why why did you buy it and or why did you not eat it? Then learn from this what not to buy
If you have to have people around for a meal I think most people will be happy with the simple dish and your company.
If not ask yourself whether you really have to see these people. People who are rude to you because of the food you give them probably not worth knowing.
When I was young I made a complicated dish I had never used gelatin so I used jelly out of a packet and I was meant to know where we’re eating that this was a dreadful error.
She wasn’t invited again even when I could use gelatin
If you need to wear glasses they are very expensive nowadays. Have a proper eye test and save money on the friends if you have to.
Try to get to a dentist if you have not been during the pandemic. Save your teeth now and save money later
Stan meetings his M.P.
Stan was thinking of going to an Evening Class.He got a brochure from the public library but there was not much in it.As he was sitting in his conservatory brooding restlessly over this he saw a looming shape pass by.It was Annie, his neighbour wearing a big rucksack.
“Annie,you are usually dressed in a fashionable and stylish even modish manner.Whence the rucksack?”
“Oh,well,you’re out of touch.Rucksacks are the new handbags according to Prada.”
“Is Prada that young lady who has just taken the flat over the florist’s?”
“No,you nincompoop,Prada is an Italian Fashion Company”.
“I think Prada would make a good name for a cat or Prado if he was a male cat.What do you think,Emile?Would you like to be called Prado?”
“Definitely not.” miaowed Emile loudly.”Prado is too full of consonants for me.I don’t like say.ing “P.”
“He sayeth not P but doeth it,just as the Prophet foretold” Stan murmured merrily to Annie.”What are you doing?” she asked him pointedly.
“I’m choosing an Evening Class but there are not many on offer.I wanted to learn Pilates but maybe I’m too old and stiff!”
“We could go to a private class in the Conservative Club.”
“I can’t go in there,not even to learn Pilates.”
The doorbell rang.It was their local M.P. Andy Pandy.
“Good evening,Sir.”
“It’s only 10 am,”Stan said rudely.
“Wait I want to record your words.”
“Why is that?”
“I may be able to sell them on-line.”
“Oh,no.That’s unlikely.I’m only a glove puppet!”
“That wasn’t what you said before the Election” Stan whispered to him.
“Well.I didn’t realise then.I thought I was a human being.”
“Like David Cameron once did?”
“Yes,only I don’t speak so posh.”
“But do you think he is a glove puppet too?”
“Yes,definitely.I’ve seen the Hand that manipulates him.”
“Why don’t you leave?”
“I have thirty children to support.”
“How come you have so many?”
“Oh,it’s quite easy if you have plenty of lovely lady friends and …”
“I’m talking about responsibility.You are a member of the Establishment.”
“Well,once I was a rebel.But a Famous Rebel will eventually be knighted.”
“So I’ve noticed.” {He’s thinking of Sir Michael Jagger who is 74]
“Why was Lucian Freud not knighted?Surely he was a deserving artist.”
“He was more of an Observing Artist.He Observed what he shouldn’t!”
“What was that?”
That very large people are beautiful like rocks in canyons and caves.and the Queen looks like an old East Ender.”
“Do you think she’s partly Jewish?”
“Well,everyone in the world has a little Jewish blood!”
“So the Queen does”
“Does she know?”
“Well it doesn’t matter whether she knows.I’m just interested.After all she’s the Head of the Anglican Church, a branch of Christianity, so as Jesus was 100% Jewish it would be an advantage to her.She might be a distant relation to him.”
“I never knew Jesus was Jewish!”
“Oh,yes I remember now.And the shepherds with their flocks….was that not here in England?”
” No and King Herod wasn’t English.Herod’s never been a very popular name anywhere really.But you know everybody in the world is probably slightly English.Just listen to them talk!They all speak the lingo.”
“But what about that song “Jerusalem” by Blake?”
“Was not Jerusalem builded here,in England’s green and pleasant land?”
“He was speaking in symbols or metaphors.”
“Why didn’t he learn English?Cymbals are just for banging.”
“Well, he was English.!”
“He was crazy.That’s typical English trait.”
“Yes,we love eccentrics.”
“Do you know any?”
“Not as such,no. But I’d love one if they lived next door.”
“Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather.when I heard that.”
“Well,Annie is a bit eccentric.”Stan thought.”She’s murdered her husband and seduced me in front of the wife.”
“No,she’s just got borderline personality disorder.I wonder who invents all these new mental disorders?”
“Well,the mind doctors need to earn money.”
“True…. send them to Afghanistan.Then we’ll see who has PTSD!”
“Now,there’s a thought!
Hearing aids United

They profit from an over sensitive tense sinful puma
He quaffs, lentil she cries.
Have you hot manure peering on?
Where are your tentacles. Goats feeding bed everyday
I’ll give you some cunning data.
Could you row toothy Stinks?
Where are you weeping insight?
She went to Mass without a pistol. She didn’t even have a bat.
Please Father I’d like to wake some repressions.
You are refusing me constantly
Through my coast ingenious missiles.
Do you consent?
Well I am a fairy
How many media sins today?
Through my most ingenious assault. my son was committed
For your menace pray for our father.
Am I my brother’s torture?
I can’t correspond you twat.
Please do not bare your quirks
What is the wine?
It is herbs funeral
I didn’t know you could blink after death
Oh,steam iron I worship you

Oh,steam iron how I love your heat
And how you make my clothes so neat.
A flat iron is no use to me
No open fire is here,you see
And though I liked the flickering coals
I feared those faces that looked droll.
They were in the flames and peered
At anyone who ventured near.
I wonder how the people past
Kept their trousers neat and pressed
Now I’ve bought a hand steamer
To keep the germs off my femurs
I didn’t like to say,my crotch,
In case the devil is on watch.
I never ever used to think
My body perfume was distinct.
And yet it may appeal to men
I don’t want to try again.
One dear husband is enough
Though he did enjoy a cough
He had asthma and bad eyes
Looking out with wild surmise.
He saw my golden hair float by
As by his window it did fly
All at once he fell for me
And we sat by an apple tree.
His clothes were wrinkled so I thought
I would iron them for a start.
He could darn and polish floors
Cook lamb chops and apple cores
So my steam iron sees much use
I wonder if it’s self abuse
For as a woman feminist
I’m not meant to iron vests
I’m not meant to boil men’s socks
Nor their pants of interlock
I’m not meant to make them tea
What a naughty person,me!
I must confess these strangling sins
Then I’ll polish my old bin.
Satan wants me down in hell
Don’t say he needs my iron as well
As he was an angel proud
I’ll save him into One Drive Cloud
How to successfully waste even more money

Why not buy yourself a brand new winter coat in your favourite colour even if you already have 10 winter coats
And since the autumn is coming on why don’t we subscribw to our favourite magazines as the weather gets bad and we can’t get out to the newsagents to buy them.
Doesn’t every woman deserve some new new leather boots for the winter even if it never snows where she lives.
Why bother to go shopping stock up your food cupboard or fridge when you can order a takeaway delivered to your door every evening?
Oh maybe one of your friends would like to eat in restaurant with you. You can pay with your credit card.
Why not start the academic year with a new watch so that you get to the lecture room on time and don’t take the students waiting.
If you work in an office that’s a reason to buy a new watch
Your sister will need one too.Buy online and have it delivered. You need to show how much you love her and you can’t see how to do it without spending a lot of money
Because everybody else including your sister will buy one and you can get some with red straps and red faces that will keep winter depression at bay. Though it might bring on panic disorder when you get new credit card bill and then you have to pay a therapist to help you with your depression
Then you might think why am I wasting money on the cheap therapist when I can spend 10 years in 4 times a week Freudian psycho analysis. That will help me to get to the bottom of why do I waste money on things I don’t need and it will also make me bankrupt at the same time
Maps and roads
The Circular, the North,the South, the Codes
The Morse and the Enigma Turing broke
So now we have new bicycles with spokes Once we had the A to Z in hand
Turn it upside down and you’ll be grand
New technology has made gigantic strides
Carrying us to Eden ,what a ride
The motorways are empty for tonight
God decided we had too much Light
He taught the bare cheeked Moon on Jesus’ mount
To turn the other side when love’s about
I liked to use a compass and a map
But now, my dear, most everything’s on tap
I crouch beneath my sister as she drives
In the dark on the M 25
But if it’s closed, we are completely foxed
We left the old Road Atlas in a box
Along with all my ex’s underpants
And naturally his principles of Kant
We may be in Watford or in Bucks
I often wonder what will rhyme with luck
We may be near St Alban’s, we can’t see
The car ran up the trunk of this oak tree
We rang 999 and they are her
A fire engine filled with Kentish beer
A ladder for the ladies to climb down
Now they are just women on the town
Angry men who cannot find a bar
A poet can fly
Try writing nonsense, you will be surprised
I have used a comma, that’s the end;
How hard it is to know a poet can lie.
Unless you have a calling,shut your eyes
Do not break where you can also bend
Try writing nonsense, you be surprised
When I read a villanelle, men cry.
Ask the poet never to 1pretend
For cruel it is to find a poet who lies
Triolets bear sadness to the wise
If your aim is cruel, do not send
In learning nonsense, we’ve been ill advised
Rubbish is not nonsense,realise.
Lewis Carroll’s Alice was no friend
How hard it is to know where poets lie.
Sense and nonsense travel in a blend
So it is that fiction can offend
When writing nonsense, you must be composed
How hard is it to learn a poem transposed?
The heat in the corridor

Alive but with no vital signs so needs a placard.
Alive though half dead with a cold; what are the options?
Alive but can’t hold a conversation.At least not with a doctor
Alive and very hot today.
I didn’t know this was a brothel.
Died but was propped up by pillows till the next shift came on.
A lack of human kindness
Died of grief but still breathing.
Suffocate with a pillow asap
Died but not yet buried
They can’t stay here
Waiting to die till the full moon shines on the bed.
We don’t cater for that religion
Died when it was forbidden.
Too late now
Died with full consent.
Of whom?
She will die when she climaxes
What time period are we looking at?
And what has the climate got to do with it?
I don’t know either
Oh, dear

No noble bones buried here ..
Turn off your mobile moans in the hospital.
I need a mobile comb to catch lice in my hair.
Can I buy an idle traffic cone ?.
The Cathedral had a four mile dome and no walls .
I want a tart’s phone.
Write a short poem.
A caught rhyme
A heart came
Goodbye

I thought I loved a man with all my heart
Until I ate your famous apple tart.
I thought that I could live inside his arms
Till your heat destroyed his little charms
I was too kind so now I shall be cruel.
You must fight a sex fiend in a duel
I needed to escape his lassoo long
So I burst into a moralistic playgirl song
He could could afford no golden ring for me
He banks with only HSBBC.
I said he had to save me on his Drive.
He hates Google,ain’t that a surprise?
Mary,Mary

Mary realised her voice was louder than most when people took out their hearing aids when she talked to them
But was she right?
There are alternatives explanations such as people were not interested in Wittgenstein but in the cost of living
She did find her booming voice useful when phoning doctors,
Why had her voice got louder as she aged? Could her doctor have given her testosterone instead of oestrogen?
Off she went to meet her doctor on Zoom
Oh,my God her GP shouted.
When you said you were an 85 year old mathematician I assumed you were a man but your voice was feminine hence I gave you male hor.mones to deepen it and make it more authoriative
Why don’t you change your gender ? he continued
I don’t feel like a màñ
How do you know how men feel ?
They have felt me in bed with an urgency that surprised me
If you tell them you are trans they won’t feel you anymore
Unless they are gay
And so say all of us
My husband has a rubber face
Art by Katherine
My husband has a rubber face, He’s a member of the human race. Some men have faces fixed and set; My husband’s face is not like that. He imitates our politicians, Just like Rory Bremner can. Though he has no wig or hair piece, He can look like anyone. Some nights I waken for I'm laughing While I am quite sound asleep. I am dreaming of his mobile features, Contorted to a different shape. He is skilled at telling jokes. And he loves a good cartoon. If I am suffering flu type blueness He can get me well again. He has a rather noble visage. He gets attention he abhors. In the bar on King’s Cross Station— I was asked was he a Lord! He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour. He’s a Lord at Listening Well. He’s unique, but so are you, And all creatures that on earth do dwell
Where is Adultery?

Mary was sitting at her desk trying to decide whether to throw out a book called Schrodinger ‘s equation for idiots.The title had more than one meaning, she thought to herself.
I think that is for the recycling bin, she told her cat, Emile.What a pity you can’t read.You could have read it.
I don’t want to read stuff like that.I only like Dad’s cartoon books.
Where are they, Mary asked him, her eyes shining like melting Danish butter on a hot croissant?
They are in that plastic box in the kitchen, Emile told her.I read them at night.
How can you read if there is no light?Please don’t start sinning as I don’t want you to have to become a Catholic.
I can’t become a Catholic, said Emile.I am Jewish.
Well, St Paul was Jewish, Mary told him.Until he had an epileptic fit .
So having a fit can make you a Christian.That is very strange, the black cat told her with a twinkle in his eyes
Well, it’s not automatic, Mary replied.You have to pay
.What, pay to become a Christian, I don’t believe Jesus would like that.
Well , he may be quite indulgent, sometimes Mary giggled.However, the Vatican and its wealth might not be quite what he was thinking of when he gave the Sermon on the Mount.
What sort of mount was it , Emile enquired.Was it a horse?
No, it was more likely to have been a donkey as he was poor, you know
But he had things money can’t buy, the cat said philosophically.Like women who poured oil over his feet.What sort was it,?Was it like that stuff Stan put in the car engine sometimes?
Don’t be so ridiculous.It was olive oil, Mary told him
Can we prove that, Emile murmured? His feet were no salad
No, I am using inductive reasoningMary stated logically.Olive trees are grown in that part of the world even now.
What is inductive reasoning, Emile mewed
Why it’s the opposite of deductive reasoning, of course, Mary stated flatly
I am glad I can’t read, Emile said.
It’s bad for you to have to learn all of that.It was ok for the ancient Greeks.They had no televisions.I’d rather watch Andrea Bocelli and Hayley Westenra singing Vivo per lei.Whatever that means.She is from New Zealand by the way.
What difference does that make Mary teased him?
No need to be rude, Emile cried.I was only passing a remark
That was what Stan’s mother used to say when he told her off for saying my maple mousse was like something out of a tin.
Where was it from?The Joy of Cookery. a big American cook book or maybe Jewish Cookery by Florence Greenberg or Marks and Spencers
Did you get that book because I am Jewish, Emile purred?
No, I didn’t even know you were.How did it happen?
My mother was living with a Rabbi in Liverpool and he told her she could not miaow on the Sabbath so she kind of assumed she was Jewish.As for my father.. nobody knows.
Emile, don’t start saying you are the Messiah.I have enough trouble already.I don’t want you to be walking on water and helping women taken in adulteryI
was not me who took them, said Emile.I don’t even know where Adultery is.
I think I’ll ring 999.We need help before we go mad.
Sometimes going mad seems the better option, Mary said sadly.A few voices telling me what to do might be helpfulAs long as they are not Michael Grove and Horace Watson, Emile replied. And so say all of us
Good for the sick
They are giving out packed lunches in the hospital so make sure your relative has some sharp scissors and Elastoplast plus a plate.
Soon they will get all their meals this way after Microwaves are installed
Alternatively you can bring them food from home. a quiche
will last for 3 days in winter .As will tomatoes.
Or send pizza to the Ward.
We can’t feed everyone.
We are not your Saviour.
If you feel àt death’s door stay at home
Why not shoot yourself and end the torment now?
Irony is good for you
Oiling the agenda and the wheels
Fidgeting is exercise of sorts
Shouting words that are considered coarse
Sex is better standing on your head
Gravity is better than your bed.
Skipping classes, running out of milk
Jumping in alarm, or clicking links
Walking out on lovers in a rage
Stalking those whose worth you cannot gauge
Printing errors, boiling over milk
Washing up your shirt if it is silk
Oiling the agenda and the wheels
Covering up our nerves with rolling steel
Helter skelters, slides and rolling balls
Having rows that drive me up the wall.
Fidgeting and tapping on a board
Kicking habits, tripping over cords
Playing on my feelings with your airs see
Keeping lustful men upon the stairs
Sitting on the loo and crawling out
Menstruating monthly, drinking stout
Poring over maps with ruined eyes
Keeping up, rotatating all your toes
Feeling lively touching up your walls
Churning out Epistles for St Paul
Movement keeps us going as we bathe
Diving through the deep green of a wave
Counting shells and mines and heads of cod
Making kippers,salting fishing rods
Writing letters on a sweatshirt front
Writing me ,advising who to haunt
Making fountain pens to write with ink
Letting rubber boots dry in the sink
We can’t keep still ,so mindfulness is bad
Until the end when all are mindful dead
Oh,aye

He never met my eyes.
You knew he never kept appointments.Whete did you put them? On the piano?
Maybe they rolled inside.
Is it a Grand?
A grand, it’s a long time since you bought a piano.
Well, how often do you buy a piano?
It depends on the children.
How?
They hide inside.
Did they meet your eyes?
Only the glass ones
I think I will put a mask on
What sort of mask?
An I mask, of course.
Emile and Smokey
Annie went into Mary’s kitchen to look at her new grey kitten
Will Emile not be jealous of Smokey,she asked nervously?
No, he says he’d like to pass on his knowledge to other cats,Mary sighed
What knowledge? Annie said intrusively?
Well, how to get on with me like Stan,Mary murmured
Surely all men are different,Annie said thoughtfully?
I suppose so, but they do have somethings in common,Mary rambled on
Such as?
I’ll have to be careful or I will be hounded by the politically fairly correct,said poor Mary
How can you be fairly correct? Annie enquired
It’s like fuzzy logic….. a thing is no longer right or wrong, true or false,and so on
It’s a many valued logic,Mary said in her peculiar manner ; very rapid speaking combining a Northern accent with the vocabulary of a scientist thus rendering her unfit to read the Newsfor the BBC,ITV Israel, Al Jazeera
or indeed any TV service anywhere at all especially China.
I suppose in reality few things are just black or white , remarked Stan jovially.
I have made a cake he announced proudly
What sort, shouted Annie hungrily?
A chocolate cake.I made icing by melting a bar of chocolate in a pan with some buttera
then it spreads easily.
So does my waist, said Mary.I used to be almost flat but now I am 3 dimension.I know I was too thin but now I am obese
So it’s not just your waist,said Annie.
Oh,give over.Stop me feeling worse
Well, you look ok to me, said Stan.I am proud to be your husband
And I am proud to be your mistress, Annie said to Stan
Surely you should not say that in front of me, Mary said
But you know,Annie said in a matter of fact manner, her eyes gleaming with blue and gold eye shadow and green mascara
It’s one thing knowing something, another hearing it said out loud,Mary told her sharply
So, if we don’t believe in God, we should not say so and visa versa.Annie added
My goodness Annie, your IQ is rising like bread in a hot oven,Mary exclaimed
On the whole it’s better to keep quiet and only tell people something if it is essential.
Stan’s brother was in South Africa, they say he was in the ANC
What is an ANC, a mental health unit?
Anxiety Not Conversation
Angst Never Converts
Anguished No Clue
Anxiety Not Condemned
Anguish Now Cool
It was a political movement to get rights for the black people in South Africa
Was Stan’s brother black?
Possibly but he died long ago.
Stan, was your brother black?
No, he was just a priest from England who got sent out there to teach black students in the apartheid era,
Wow, why did you not tell us,asked Annie
As I said before, do you need to know?
No, but it’s interesting, she said
You should do something useful instead of gossiping,Stan cried
Annie hit him with a big umbrella which, alas, knocked him out
Oh,no, said Emile, how can I look after Smokey when I will have to ring 999?
I shall call them, said Mary, and get the police here to arrest Annie
Stan jumped up.
I was not unconcious he said.Not totally, but don’t do it again as it is common assault
The doorbell rang and in ran dear Dave, the transgender gay and well dressed paramedic
We’ve not even phoned 999, said Emile
Dave cried,I just knew something was wrong
Well,Emile said,I am taking Smokey upstairs.And we will have a good sleep
Maybe you should all do the same
And so say all of us
o
New rules for UK residents

1.You must eat exactly one meal a day.This will make you lose weight, stop shopping, save money and wreck the economy.Thin people cough less
2.You must make your phone accessible to the Government. We mean Us. DC and BJ
3.If you commit a crime and are jailed, you will get a meal on alternate days.You may lose weight
So you can slip through the bars!
4.You will wash your undies once a week.Yes, the same pair.Save water, we sold it to Spain
5.Please do not get hunger pings or pangs while in the street or at home
6.If you feel too hungry, you may have a boiled eel on toast cursing you
7.You can be too thin; it is not illegal.
8.You can’t be too rich anymore… the tax man cometh
9.Please sweep your street and eat any pizzas you find
10.Your cat can eat as much as she likes.So you may eat her leftovers
Not the whole tin
11.Do you swear to fix the roof, the whole roof and nothing but the roof?
12.Please do not eat refugees before we count them.Data matters
13.If the pandemic spreads we will put you all in cages.Like in the USA
14.No pretending to be a twin.Not even a tub
15.Lose weight,pray and soon you will be in Heaven.
Wanted: Disguised spies in each street in Britain.No questions in Nothern Ireland
Just take photos.
Pay £7.00 per week plus bonus at Xmas [ £2.00]
Your Government UK
A comma makes you British 2

I can’t pass the written English exam for immigrants because I rarely use punctuation marks.They annoy me
But it you were born here it is alright.Is that fair?
There’s many a comma twixt failure and success
If you don’t know, you will just have to guess
You may get it right, you may get it wrong.
Put that new comma right where it belongs
God on Zoom
Oh God I’m feeling frantic in my room
I wish to pray, Lord are you yet on Zoom?
if you need a laptop I like Dell
Don’t appear too bright,I’m in a cell
I stole some cash and alcohol as well.
Now they’re going to put me on the pill
Is it contraception I don’t know
I am schizophrenic ,what a blow.
I am having therapy long term
Don’t use my phone I need it for my crime
Now I am mad and Boris rules the land
One fine day this man needs to be banned
Ironically

What do you think of Boris Johnson ?
Well at least he is a Christian
He does not waste money on haircuts
He is not using contraception
Well not at home,so far.
He is popular with women.
He kindly married a couple
What!
Separately.
Where is my sinner?
Your dinner is on page 27.
Your dinner was eaten by a fox
Your leather handbag has tooth bites Who is it,?
We have no potatoes so I am leaving you.
I burned the pans so I have gone back to , Mother’s.
Mother’s boyfriend, to be precise.
The milkman needed me more than you do.So there!
I hid your dinner in the piano
The cats found it and also ate the strings.
I have ordered a pizza.Text me when it comes.Ta
Would you like cauliflower cheese without the cauliflower?
Or without the cheese?
Your lunch menu

Beef Worry with wild lice.
Roast ram and bees with mashed donators
Cheese Heart with flakey Maestro.
Rinsed Hottentot unhurried
Mustard Heart on raw plumage
Fraudberry Mess
Lemon Fright with queen
Apple pi and trigonometry guide
Lusted tart with whinberries from Belgrade
Coffee and tea by bequest.
Higher Education

I wanted to buy a light weight jacket.I would like it in Unnatural I told them boldly
We don’t do that colour
Well you do Natural!.Every thesis has an opposite one.So with colours
This is not a University, Mrs Hegel
Why tell me that?
You know toi much logic
I am terribly sorry.I shall try to forget it.Along with Grammar
Spelling Thinking Sanity Argument Maths Literary Criticism Theology Philosophy
Wittgenstein Einstein Hegel
Wow I feel sorry for you.You have so much to forget
That’s a novel way of looking at
Education
And it costs so much too
Is
The slip of the wrong

Earring bled again
Hawking Incense
Mad fawning
Ludd Bray to all
I cope you care bell, hurray
Blood light and cloud dress, snarling
What crime is it ?
Where is the Flock?
I have got Fighters rock now
What not to to say
To a sick person, I meant to visit you. But I want to go to go to Saturday night ,Mass.
That’s not Christian.
To an ex cancer patient
Well at least you have lost weight
You will lose even more weight when you die

The words

Every Time I see a four letter word I add another letter
Oh,fluck the Men are here where is my frock?
Oh fluck, why not shriek English
What creap for dinnrr
He writes too much cramp for me
You tweat, you broke my heart
You twist my swords
What shirt you speak at home
You are shifty
Blondy hell,Africa is me
I am damed if I will swear
Where did the count go ?
What count?
The beast one.
You are e-vile
You are e-book
My novel
Do not read my novels I demand .
I’d like to write my own on Southport Sands.
I have a plot that came in a bad dream
So I have got some good from all my screams.
Eating
I cannot eat the bacon up today
I feel so sick the parrots are dismayed
They envy me though I am in decay
I am hetersexual yet I’m gay.
So I am transcendent, what do you say?

