Doff and Don

 Doff and Don were two great friends

One came off and one came on

The ones who didn't were forever gone

When Don and Doff were there

The sun forever shone

Don't go said Doff

I must said Don

So Don ran off

To Babylon

And Doff flew off to the sky of blue

And listened to French

As gum he chewed

And sung a song that went doobie doo

But Doff loved Don who never knew

Take off your hat, said Doff to Don

No put it on said Don to Doff

I can't take off my cap or cape

Said Don to Doff around his nape

A tiger hung or maybe a snake

I really don't know what to make

Said Doff to Don about the shape

Of his heart beneath the Sun

Which shone too strong

Which shone too strong

Joke 350 Cannibal

 Cannibalism between friends, well you've got to make friends meat haven't you. 

Joke 351

 It was a very adequate aquaduct said the Roman Aquinus Adenoides. 

Honeysuckle

 The grave stones stand in the darkening

The crisp dusk has litted away

The free stars stand in their frozen sky

And time has flitted away

An old man walks in the meadow

A young man still is at play

And the honeysuckle

is beginning its ripening

And the flowers are blooming today

I stand here in the starlight

A thousand suns yet so far away

I bring my hand to my ear to hear

But my brain it is made of clay

The following may contains scenes of

a graphic nature they say

But do not be caught in the gloom cos

The honeysuckle blooms today

Lili pad song

 I decided to write you a song

Because I've loved you so long

It is called by the fooled

The mirrored halls

Or else Farewell to Strongness

I say good bye to being strong

I say let it go, let's be weak

Let down your hair

I will scale your walls

Let the bricks and stones

Come as they fall

Your pride it shall not stop me

I shall invade your stronghold

Surrender to me your castle

And join me in my fold

I want to lie beneath the sheets with you

I want to roll in the deep with you

I want to kiss and keep you

I  keep you close to me

It matters not how far I roam

You still are the heart that I call home

You are the place the feeling I own

Lily, lili I love you so

I wish for flowers and daises

Buttercups

Caught in the spring mazes

Hedges and vines where we may find time

To roam

I wish to laugh and be with you

And hold the light

That makes clear for you

The path we tread and the dead bones

For this life is just a fleeting tombe

I wish to write the pages down

The chapters of verse

THe speech of the crown

I wish to hold and rehearse The sound

But nothing could

Nothing could

Tear me away from you

Joke 352

 What do you call a person who sits at their sewing machine writing songs?

A Singer song writer

Lark rising

 I am a sky lark

Trilly, trilly trilly

Burble, bible, bibble

Syllable, syllable

I am a rising sky lark

Higher and higher I soar

To match the pitch in my voice box

to call, call, call call

I am a sky lark rising

or buried down in the grass

Of field meadow

The syllable shadow

Hidden in the dark

Or rising in the morning

The trill, of billy, bibbling spark

Hear my song arising

Like a fountain in the park.