I left a pan of curry on the stove Hot as ash combined with burning coal Yet when I went back in a cat stood there Eating this strong curry with no care.
It must have had thick skin inside its mouth Before I looked ,it ran out of the house To think it gobbled up our supper so Leaving me with nothing but a glow
So then I made a chilli beef and beans My heart ached as I listened to puss scream Can cats learn that pans are out of bounds? I’d hate to hear again its anguished sounds
Be sure to close the kitchen door or else You too will suffer torment from cats’ yells
Which person discovered that the blood circulated around the entire body.
I didn’t even know that anyone had discovered that.
Going back to oncology what about skin cancer?
I thought this was a general oral examination not a specialist one for people studying oncology
Alright what makes your pulse go too low?
Boredom I think.
So what is the cure for that?
Being a medical student
There’s no need to go on. You have failed completely.
Thank you very much sir or madam. I only came here to bring these pens then I thought I would just try to do the exam in case I could become a doctor straight away without doing any training.
They say the people who know the least about a subject are the ones who are more likely to believe they know a great deal about it.
So the more learned you get the more humble you get
Then heaven might be full of scholars but also of people who are highly skilled in other ways such as artists.
. I won’t say they will get on like a house on fire because that might more like hell than heaven.
The journey to the heart is graced by love.
And those who need to seek obey their call.
Though virtue and her graces smile above,
We see steep paths ahead with risky falls
With willingness to cross fields deep in mud,
To struggle through the tangled wind bent wood.
Our soul within knows when there’s latent good;
Recalls old trees astonished into bud.
As flowers spring up to gently grace our toes
Encouragement is with much joy received;
And as we smell the fragrance of the rose,
At last we know our souls were not deceived.
For Virgil,fortune favours steadfast feet.
The journey may be long,the end is sweet.
Sitting in a garden down in Kent A cat climbed on your knee though it was Lent They should be “fasting” like the Christians do Unless that little cat was a born a Jew
Christians do not fast in more than name For this deception, who can heaven blame? The Muslims and the Jews fast from all food But cats and heathen people eat and chew
They drink no water,eat no bread nor meat Thus their Fasting is from animals complete Their minds receive perceptions as you saw When that cat caressed you with its claw
Take another standpoint once a week In the garden, cats may bite your feet
Turn back, live again, he asked of me
Do not wander in this darkness anymore
One false step might give death victory
We are each connected to that tree
The sunlit top, the roots hid in earth’s floor
Come back, live again, he asked of me
While we live, we’ll live with dignity
Not scrabbling for the gold in blood and gore
One false step will give death victory
The kindness of the golden light was clear
And left an image in my mind’s deep core
Come back, live your life, he said to me
Do not wonder now why you are here
We’re here to live and living shall restore
What our suffering self has found so dear
I had never seen the Light before
Only Christ the Tyger with his roar
Come back, live through pain, he asked of me
One right step will give love victory
Her voice was low and kindly yet discreet Describing all the summer flowers,ah sweet William,poppy,rosemary, striped bees A little play we heard when drinking tea
His face was gentle, did not seem aggrieved He could not see and yet he looked well pleased Her voice caressed him tenderly and strong I hoped that she would burst into a song
Loving touch can come from hands or voice We are not taught such differences or choice Indeed with teachers stern and parents rough We may experience touch as cruel and tough
Let our voices do no harm nor hurt Hell is made of lovers now turned curt
Though our colours mingled, the earliest remain.
Two watercolor paintings without frames,
Became one picture over time,
Yet two of us still there.
Our colours blended naturally,
Now all the hues are shared.
I love your colours flowing into mine:
Together they have made a new design.
A Watercolor painted by the rain;
We shall go, but our Watercolor Love will still remain
How my heart sings 