When he went away
He said,”Lehitraot,mama.”
Do vstrechi.
He died, but I’m still here
Yes,in my heart I feel his love.
But why did I live,
And he did not?
Auf wiedersehen
Lehitraot.
Yes,darling,I’ll see you later
,When the sky turns black and all the stars blaze bright
I’ll see you shining in the night.
I’ll see you in my dreams alas.
Do vstrechi.
But why you and not me too?
Araka
I can’t understand
.Lehitraot,beloved.
A plus tard
Some where in this world,you fell
But no-one,not even God, can tell.
God was absent then or in some other place
He’s gone again
.They said He’s died too
,But He didn’t have a mother like you.
Do vstrechi.
My breasts ache and my heart and soul,
My breasts were made to make you whole.
To feed, give love and to console.
A plus tard
And now they ache with grief as my tears fall
.A bientot
My body trembles in the night
As dreams may bring my lost ones to my sight.
A plus
I’d walk across the roughest bleak terrain
If l I could find my loves and hold your hands again.
Do vstrechi
.The bell rings on the ancient clock
As time goes on as normal,  never stops.
Araka
I wish the hands of time could be reversed,
And I was not living with this curse.
People forget that I once had a son.
They think my grieving has been done.
Araka.But grief and loss and pain will never end
Until the curtain of my death descends
Auf wiedersehen.
Meantime I look at flowers and birds and trees
,But it’s really you my deepening insight sees.
Lehitraot.
The inscape of my heart is shown to few.
An artist of the lost would know this view.
I know I want to see just you.
Do vstrechi.
But for me there is noAuf wiedersehen
Never again will you say
What you said that day
Lehitraot,Mama.Papa
A plus tard
Tot ziens.
See you later
See you ,darling
See you soon

When you are old and have no one to care for you, you may have to go to prison. it will be more comfortable than many prisons for there will be hot water all the time And central heating. There may be a choice of food. These prisons are called care homes. and you sell your own house and all your money will go to the owners of the care home so you are worse off than people are going to an ordinary prison. They don’t usually have to pay

You will have to pay for your own imprisonment. You will be cut off from most of society like a leper. and you will hear people screaming every five minutes in some care homes. Beware

When your money runs out the social services will pay for you but if you can it’s better to die first. and and don’t worry there a lot of viruses in Care Homes.

And if you start screaming I fully support you. It’s a political act.

Never give in

How could you die and leave me all alone.

With a heart that’s cold and hard like a gravestone?.

How could you go before me into dark

Leaving me alone in this world stark?

It was not real until your soul flew out

Your body was still here, there was no doubt.

I sang the Psalms and then I murdered prayer

I pretended wisdom which was not quite there

I felt I had to let you go my dear.

Perfect love does not diminish fear.

I had never felt this pain so deep

The gravestones gaped, the blackbirds seemed to weep.

When I went back home I turned the key

Only my cat Alfred welcomed me

My face was torn in half my body crushed.

No mother’s lullaby, oh baby hush.

My spine has cracked in two, I barely stand.

Was this all forseen,my wedding band?

I took the golden ring and let it go.

Hush my baby hush now,it is so

W

What is a universe,by the way?]
You were the light in my life
[What about the sun?
You were perfect in every way
{ Name a few definite ones]
So why did you choose me?
[Why, what’s wrong with you?]
Now, you have thrown me away
Seems as  if I am trash
But some folk save the wrong things
Or put them in the wrong wash
[That might be a metaphor]
My washing machine  only works on the rapidest wash
[Good grief, that sounds positive]
Since it’s only 14 minutes,I do it twice
[Why would people want to know this?]
Sometimes I just do rinse and spin
‘But I didn’t realise that was an option at first
[Who cares?]
I am trying to save money so in future I shall just do one
{ why wash them at all, just steam them!]
I love elecricity
{ Is that a metaphor?]
I love gas
[Maybe it’s not]
I’ll cook my angel a roast
{ Do  angels eat?]
A roasted prayer of thanksgiving
{Sounds more  like a threat than a promise]
God will smell the odour
[Not if he doesn’t want to]
God will be happy
[Are you crackers?]
God is neither happy nor unhappy
[Make your mind up.This is  not logic class BTW}
God looks divine
[How can we compare the two?]
I have seen him
[Are you high?]
I don’t know what will happen next but I accept it all
[Very gracious!]
I wish Father Xmas would come tonight
{ Don’t we all?]
And to use a cliche,I love the entire universe.What ever that is!
Is that a bad poem?
Do cows eat grass
Do  sheep have woollen rugs  glued to their heads ?
I am finished
[At last!]

But it’s not bad enoug

When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs  like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed
And with their carnal touch consoled be?

When my love lies and  breaks my tender heart.
When life  is grey and rocks bestrew my path.
Then, shall I my life of evil start,
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?

When true love lies and wrecks all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.

For I have love’s  own child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole

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When we walked  I  held your hand in mine

We walked  round a small lake  to see geese fly

We  sauntered, in a rhythm were aligned

Time had stopped, the geese  in circles climbed

Then swept  onto the path as we came by

When we walked  I  held your hand in mine

Like a natural god, the geese divine

Landed  in their beauty with a sigh

We  entered  a new rhythm, were aligned

On the shining water  geese in line

Float and hunt for food with little cries

When we walked  I  held your hand in mine

 In our garden for your love I pine

I may never love another  till I die

We  sauntered, in a rhythm were aligned

God is on the mountain with his lyre

Singing of the beauty of desire

When we walked  I  warmed your hand in mine

We  lived attuned  to love  until you died

I have loved you and I’ve held you.

Many years,you have been mine;

If the time has come for parting

Let us embrace for one last time.

You must know you have to leave me,

Though you desired a longer stay.

Let me hold you in my arms now

For tonight and one more day.

Then I’ll watch you travel on,love.

We take this last step all alone.

I’ll be here beside you watching.

I shall feel when you are gone.

May you accept, may you surrender.

May you reach the promised land.

Into this earth my tears will fall, love,

As I recall your tender hands

Deep mysteries lie between the numbers whole.
Ratios have a logic we accept
But, in between, infinity dwells veiled

At first, one merely counted shark fin whales
Such numbers seem both simple and direct
Yet mysteries hide between the numbers whole

Sheep and goats are counted soon as well
Yet mystery an hypoteneuse reflects
For at such points infinity dwells veiled

A number which gives 2 when squared itself
Can nowhere find a ratio to check.
Yes, mysteries lie between our numbers whole

The Greeks rejected such irrational stealth
To geometry only they chose to connect
For on a line, infinity dwells veiled

On sucu shores, their reason was well wrecked
As those who measured circles found defects.
Deep mysteries lie between the numbers whole
On lines and arcs, infinity dwells veiled

I love Picasso, it’s his line,you know
How he evokes the movement fast or slow
The sundered parts arranged in a new form
The image still and yet depicting storms

The unexpecting vision threw me down
My mind was blown and I lay on the ground
I heard no sound except for music lite
For I was in a shop,not an art site

I did not think I’d see great art in there
My fences bypassed by such beauty bare
The light of art burns into human souls
May shatter or fragment, create new wholes

Noone ever knew the blow I took
When I saw with no intent to look

It doesn’t matter what the teachers said
They don’t know as much as we might think
We can learn to deal x,y,z.

These letters ,used as numbers, are not dead
But in the mind’s eye, glow like golden ink
It doesn’t matter what the teacher said

I learned that once when I was ill in bed
I saw a screen with letters which were linked
We can learn to deal with x,y,z.

The letters moved to stand in two lines wed
Then ratios formed and thus caused me to think
It doesn’t matter what the teacher said

I saw the answer glitter as I read
Pascal solved it once, and then I did
We can learn to deal with x,y,z.

Observe the patterns ,hidden and unread;
Like music which has scores and does their bid
I doesn’t matter what the teacher said
We can learn to deal x,y,z.

Mary buys x pairs of trousers[ for all those people who tell me they are afraid of x,y and z

Mary goes shopping for trousers.
Let number of pairs of trousers bought = x
If Mary has £60 and price of trousers=£12
How many pairs of trousers can Mary buy?
12x =60
6x=30
3x=15
1x =5

Usually we leave out the 1 and write x=5 QED

So Mary can buy 5 pairs of trousers.This is algebra
Is it sensible to buy 5 pairs of identical trousers? That is not mathematics.It might be common senses,ethics,foolishness or wisdom.
That is a more complex question like this one ” Save money:buy 2 get one free” when you don’t even need one!

Further,should Mary draw her life savings out and buy 1,000 pairs of trousers?
Clearly not so where should she draw the line? Because ladies get tired of their clothes and how long is Mary going to live? And she is depriving 999 other ladies of a pair of trousers as well.That is worth thinking about but it’s not mathematics,is it?
From this we can conclude that algebra is easier than other problems we deal with.Don’t say maths is hard! It’s easier than ethics and morals and wisdom
Amen
Now we will pray for all those we have offended on FB today!

Titles of online articles I have seen [I have not read them ]

Why your organs shrink at menopause and what you can do about it
Do we want to?

How to handle things.[what sort of things}

Why or how your finger length reveals your gender [Surely easier just to look at the bosom/ chest?}

Which microwave to buy [Making unstated assumptions;some of us either have none or may have stolen one]

Why you need both metal and silicon whisks [I thought it was breasts just for a moment; now there’s an idea]

Why you need to keep lots of frozen pasta in your kitchen [Try turning off the radiator first and checking the ovens]

Which six cookery books are the best? [Look up restaurants on your smartphone instead] I wonder how many this person has checked.I find ones written for catering colleges are better and cheaper.

Why you should never take a bath
[I find a handbag is quite sufficient in the daytime].

How to entertain at home. [Fall out of bed?]

How to keep your husband happy [Freeze him?]

Why you should never forget your wedding anniversary
[Am I married?]

How to have the best number of children

[ Yes, it’s all under our total control]

How to keep your teeth super clean [Stop eating and die?]

Are you bored of sex? [No,I’m bored of London]

How to cure loneliness. [Buy a microwave and some cookery books then invite someone round for a meal]

How to get your bounce back [Buy a dunlopillo mattress?]

Should you take vitamins? [Where to?]

Can you still remember your name [ yes but I won’t tell you]

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 five concubines at will
The brother gone, which child will he proclaim
After he’s fired all Rome up i HL 0 n 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

I saw a wise man yesterday and this is what he said ml

Be creative everyday, don’t die before you’re dead

Keep on looking through your eyes, and see what you can see.

If you don’t your vision is, pure monotony.

Find the words the exact words for thoughts inside your head

Play with children, dance with birds and never be unkind.

Be alive until you die,never be resigned

Don’t despise the lure of clothes don’t let yours see you out.

Don’t be serious, rarely frown, play’s what life’s about

Tell me of the books you have read

Don’t die before you’re dead

Tell me what your nightmares said

Don’t die until you’re dead

https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2016/dec/02/jg-ballard-house-shepperton

Once I cared for people who were old
Who wet themselves and felt the winter cold
I gave them baths and washed their backs and fronts
Helped them to get dressed and zip their pants

I made them pots of tea and gave them cake
I gave them dinner on a china plate
I listened to their stories of the past
An unknown world of war and terrors vast

And if they cried I’d wipe away their tears
Talk to them till sorrow disappeared
I’d do the washing up and clean the knives
The women missed their being someone’s wife

Now I am old and I have realised
I really had no feel for what it’s like.

https://kids.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/frym.2019.00030

In sorrow I envy fallen leaves

Why smmust we  live when we’re bereaved?

Leaves can’t think or feel the loss

As on the compost heap they’re tossed

In the compost hedgehogs sleep

I call them  little compost sheep

I know they have no wool or milk.

They won’t come in to lie on silk

How desperate can a widow be

I must go out and catch the flu

Shall I use a fishing rod?

I seek it here I seek it there

The virus doesn’t seem to care

It hang its head up on the wall

Let’s hope it doesn’t start to fall.

The Queen has stags and foxes wild

Thank God there’s no beheaded child

Oh, mother, father take me back
I’ve lived the pain, I ‘ve felt the rack
I wanna see Jesus.
Take me to that wall they built
Let me see where blood’s been spilt
I wanna see Jesus.
Oh, take me back to where I was
The enemy may well be us,
Not Jesus.
What did all those sermons do?
Did they say he was a Jew?
Oh, Jesus.
Did he want the First Crusade
It is his blood the priest creates
Lord Jesus.
I don’t like the way things are
I am getting tired of war
Kill Jesus.
What has human wisdom done
From Wittgenstein to Abraham?
Cripes, Jesus!
Does research improve our lives
As for grants, the scholars strive?
Ask Jesus.
We may have chemotherapy
Radiation, history.
Where’s Jesus?
You’d think that after all the years
We’d have used up all our tears
Sweet Jesus.
Love your neighbour as yourself
Give 10 % of all your wealth
Aye, Jesus.
Do what’s better, not what’s worse
I see another fragrant hearse.
It’s Jesus.
See the plastic Crucifix
See him dying with dry lips
Bend your knees, confess your sins
Otherwise, the Devil wins
Not Jesus.
We destroy the good we hate
Envy writhes and with pride mates.
The progeny will wreck the earth
Eden’s burning as drones pass.
No, Jesus.No Jesus.
Know Jesus.

https://www.theguardian.com/travel/2023/sep/08/i-walked-1000-miles-alone-through-europe-and-learned-that-fear-is-the-price-of-freedom?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

What do you say to 21 eggs?
Where are the other three?

Why do eggs come in boxes of six
Because hens can’t count past six!

Why do Sainsburys sell eggs in fifteens?
Their hens are more intelligent than the others

Will egg boxes be decimalised?
Hens don’t see the point

Why are eggs good for the hair?
Because it takes longer to shampoo them out

How many eggs are in an omelette?
None,they are on the outside.

Is it a sin to steal eggs?
Yes, if they are human.

Are eggs used in warfare?
Their atoms are.

Can we measure the velocity and position of eggs?
No, but we feel it when they hit us

How dare you leave me just because you’re dead?

Imagination’s sovereign in the bed

I’d like to see your spirit in the night

I shall clothe you in pyjamas by moonlight.

We need not do what other people do

We’ll weep with joy and smile when we feel blue.

You must know I’m lonely in my bed,

We all need love and without yours I am sad

Go my dearest go if that is right

There is no law that says we must feel bright.

I remember you in Suffolk on the.sands

The ripples vof the sea are like small hands.

Touch me once again before you go

I shall remember everything, you know

How beautiful it was when the sun shone
And I walked with you,my dear husband, through the gardens.
How happy I was to sit with you by the lake
and to hear the water from the fountain splash.
It's our our favourite music now we cannot visit the sea
To hear the tide rush in,then fall sucking on the shingley beach.
But I see it in my minds eye.
Aldeburgh,the fishing boats go out at sunrise.
I awoke early and saw the sun across the sea
and the boats setting out in the soft light.
Dunwich,the heath filled with birds
the cliff and the beach where sometimes one can find marble
from one of the many churches washed away by the encroaching sea.
And Southwold,the marsh so quiet I heard crickets.
We went across the Blyth in the rowing boat
And saw the place from which our picture of Walberswick was painted...
If only life could be captured,slowed, for a few minutes
for us to receive the beauty and hear the sound of the sea
The everlasting music of the heart

A few weeks after Annie moved into the house next door to Stan,he met her when he was seeing his wife off to work.
Why does your wife not have a car? she enquired suspiciously.
She is trying to keep slim,Stan told her.
Well,she’s not been very successful,Annie said scientifically.
She might be much fatter than she is now if she drove a car,he stated ponderously
That’s true,muttered Annie meditatively
I am your new next door neighbor.she continued melodiously
Yes, my dear, said Stan,I have seen you sunbathing in the garden in your bikini.
How come? she asked scientifically.
There’s a big hole in the fence.
Is it legal to look at women through a hole in the fence?
asked Annie curiously.I know it’s illegal to look into their bedroom windows.
Is it really,asked Stan nervously,I had no idea.
How about women looking at men through a round hole?
Oh,they can’t be bothered to do that,she told him charmingly.
Well,said Stan,clearing his throat,I think I owe it to myself to tell you that I love you.
Wow,you’re quick off the mark,the lady said saucily.
What do you mean,you owe it to yourself? Why are you owed anything?
I don’t really,said Stan tepidly,I could not think how to word it.I mean I wish to unselfishly love you and admire your ripe body and your cute sense of color.I love your teal trouser suit.And you sing so well in the bath.
You didn’t mean you owe it to yourself to take advantage of me? she continued fluently
Not unless you want me to take advantage of you,the gallant old man informed her.
And you can take advantage of me.I make cakes and biscuits,wholemeal bread and I am training my cat, Emile, to do statistics on an i pad.
How extraordinary,Annie whispered.I didn’t know cats had an “I.” let alone pads.
Well,they have pads on their paws,he informed her intelligently.
True,she said,but where are their I’s?
Where are our I’s ?he responded in a manner to rejoice the heart of Mary Midgleyor Susanne Langer two of Stan’s favourite writers on philosophy,logic,symbols and ethics.
Not that he practiced the Ethics but he liked to know what he was doing wron
A man who seduces women merrily one after the other may have no idea it might be wrong.Neither might the women.Why is it wrong?Surely it’s better than killing people or leaving the lid off the jam all night so the wasps get into the jar?
Still,not many men get the chances that Stan got.No-one suspected this kindly,handsome practicing Catholic was a womanizer despite his blue beard,green eyes,white skin and red hair.And his slim yet strong figure clad in navy trousers and white shirts all the year round.Maybe his wife did but she preferred to read Aristotle in bed and dream about mercury… those little silver balls,so cute!
Well,as we know,Stan is about to make Annie his mistress but in such a cold wet summer,where can he take her to do the deed?
The shed?The public library? Cafe Nero?
I owe it to you not to tell you yet.That will give you time to think of a solution for this sweet old man and his naughty but nice neighbor.
Like,how about the confessional in the local Church?
Whatever next?I owe it to myself to keep it secret as you may come along and spoil the fun.
Stan went indoors and washed up in the boiling hot water he kept by him constantly as he owed it to himself to be ready to make a hot drink at any moment he fancied and by gum,he did fancy like no man has ever fancied before.So his daemon tells me.
Next time:Why did God create Stan and why does it matter?

I lie alone in my dark widows bed

The sheets are cold and do not comfort me.

How dare you leave me just because you’re dead?

When we mourn we find our friends have fled

The rites of passage lose the dignity

I lie alone it my dark widow’s bed

I remember little words you said

The blackbird sings alone in my pine tree.

How could you leave me just because you’re dead?

From our love what feelings have been bred?

Am I blind to what the world can see?

I lie alone in my dark widow’s bed

I’m angry and I’m fearful, my heart bled

If I fail the world might pity me

Why would you leave me even if you are dead?

The magic of the inner fantasy

Has no worldly power for you for me

Here I lie in my dark widow’s bed

I can’t forgive just because you’re dead

Mary cut her own toe nails
With her scissors she won’t fail
Sharp as Shap in winter snow
The scissors have a deadly glow

Today she never combed her hair
It’s so short she looks quite bare
Yet despite her hairless head
She has had some fun in bed

Maybe it was long ago
Never mind, her lover purred
Yes, she married Emile sweet
This dear cat makes her complete

But what is Emile’s second name?
Is he French or perhaps germane?
She is Mrs Nom de Plume
Emile saved her from her doom

Sometimes they ring 999
Her new doorbell is divine
In runs paramedic Dave
See his long curls as they wave

He is wearing a new skirt
With Emile he tries to flirt
But Emile is full of faith
To his new wife who is no wraith

See them eating creme brulee
So that they won’t fade away
One for Mary and Emile
Two for Dave , he had no meal

Here comes Annie with a bat
Look at this,’twas in my hat
Shall I tell it Jesus saves
Oh! what ridicule she raised

Bats can never go to Mass
They are free to sin en masse
Emile likes the Psalms and prayers
At the parson he will glare

Where is Stan, that dear old man?
He’s with a whore in hell, oh damn

I wish I were at Whitby by your side
From the Abbey Steps we saw the.whole
The sound of gulls aswirling round our minds

The atmosphere of Yorkshire blunt and kind
Salty air,the North Sea,winds that groan
I wish I were at Whitby by your side

See the children taking donkey rides
The fishermen look anxious , happy, worn,
The sound of gulls is swirling round my mind

From Saltburn,Staithes to Bempton bold cliffs rise
Then Bridlingon where Hockney was a boy
I wish I were at any by your side

The two weeks break seemed long when we arrived
Now all my past seems like an old map torn
The sound of gulls is calling you to mind

To be in Whitby is to be alone
The pie shop’s open yet I feel forlorn
I wish we were at Whitby side by side
The sun and air, I dream into your mind

The sky is stark ,the air is cool and still
The black cat’s run,the birds unflowed all day
I sit alone and with some totty pray
Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my will.

We’ve all enraged the bureaucratic mills
Oh frigid purse, I never ought to pay!
The sky ‘s a’spark,the air is warm and shrill
The saturnine demoted found their way

With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,
I cite the cheque and date it for next May.
Oh,tit for tat, the tiger’s bed ‘s astray.
And now all’re nettled by a harlot’s will
The sky ‘s a shark, the air is sharper still.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2023/sep/02/claire-keegan-i-cant-explain-my-work-i-just-write-stories-so-late-in-the-day-interview?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

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.

They are waiting for our partitions.
Say but the word and my sole shall be heeled.
Guarded the angels from seven savage bites
Hail glorious St Hat Trick.
Lord, it’s hearsay.
Lord, I’m worser
Forgive all dear trespassers.
Blessed is the truth of thy broom.
Pay for us now and the whore at our death.
I believe in none , God.
The communion of taints.
The Ten Demanding Torments are here.
Have you paid your wrecks yet?
For all the saints who laboured at their tests
For all the painted ghosts
Remember man, thy tart is bust
Ash to ash,dust if you must
Forgive us an hour’s trespassing and we shall be in heaven
Please do as you would have fun by
I am God”s l confusing person
Satanic Curse.
Pray,Father,give me your denim
Through my vault,through my thieving vault
I heard a bill fall wide.
Why are you my peer,Nehemia? Sorry, why are you so dear?
Jeremiah hid in a wave.He couldn’t fund a whale.
God sent a form and a bad temper, but the Word was not on the Form
She was like a centipede married to a mouse.No end of feet… a feat!
And the Word was with God…. if only it had stayed there silently but no, we must have our tongues wagging all day.