Towing the line of faithful bosses Bishop to Archbishop to ascend For himself the collar Dogma as a pet His Divinity made form In thrall to bells and prayers Cross- referencing the Bible With behaviour Not hard to mock his frock Gift him the zeal of wars At Noah's pairs a sneer While hurling condoms at the Pope Be not more attached than he To Corinthians and liturgy Beyond the harped-up angels He is wholer than thou His wise men Yaakov, Shakti, you His very heart a Mecca Living Glasto guru's Oneness As a given Writing large the Yes The Hope too often floundering in mithering His Book a resource Not a stick Pulling crackers with the lonely Mindful of our peace Even as the brunch cutlery Rattles on Gentle acts of generation Freed of genuflection Using but one box of tools For souls to mould a meaning 'God is Love'- for some the CV of A bearded bogeyman For him the richer gem that Love is God *
Monthly Archives: December 2012
Have you ever thought it would be nice for gingerbread men to be able to offer something extra?
Nor me, until I had a dream.
I dreamed that in the same way an ice-cream seems like enough until you’re offered a fancy cone with sprinkles and bits of Oreo on top, so a ginger man could be bringing something more to the party.
Maybe over his tummy smarties he could be wearing an apron stuffed with extra sweets or a toy or an improving message to your child about their homework.
There would be a whole rack of aprons next to the ginger man till filled with different options but as the eco-friendly sort you would re-cycle your man’s apron and put different things in it each time.
They might look like this (note that even with an adjustable strap, the wider-necked ginger gentleman (less refined, more refined sugar, bottom right) may be forced to wear his apron as a pinnie):