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Friday, 6 August 2021

Mary had always wanted to be a mom. When she was a little girl people asked if she wanted to be a doctor, or an engineer, or an astronaut?

(Mary was a very bright little girl) And Mary would say "I WANT TO BE A MOM!"

Mary went to college and became a scientist. When she was 24 she met a nice man called Jack (he was a mathematician) and they decided that they wanted to get married and have babies.

One day Mary said to Jack: "Hey, Jack? When does 1 + 1 equal 3?"

And Jack said, "Never, silly!" 

But Mary laughed and said, "When you are going to have a BABY!"

And so they did! Baby Stella was pretty and pink, with fuzzy blond hair and deep blue eyes.

But the doctors all frowned and shook their heads and looked worried. There was something wrong with Stella.

"We are sorry," they said, "But your baby will never be normal. She has Downs Syndrome."

"Normal?" Asked Jack, "What do you mean?"

And the doctors said, "We are afraid she will never be as bright as other children..."

"Bright?" Asked Mary, "Will she know that I love her and love me back?"

"Yes," said the doctor, "But..."

"Will she smile? Will she laugh and play? And splash in puddles and dance in the rain?"

"Yes," said the doctor, "But..."

"Then you are quite wrong, Doctor, " said Mary sharply.

"My Stella will be as loved and wanted as any other child. My special Stella will shine as bright as any other star!"

Love and caring and kindness bless the heart, and this is the fire that fuels the brightest stars.
And the special stars shine even brighter, blazing with a different light.


Friday, 23 April 2021

Serial Killer Serenade



So you think I'm pretty
So you think I'm hot
Want to get me on my back
Nudge my knees apart

But listen, listen baby before we make a start

I'm your cup of poison
I'm the hidden knife
Kissing me baby
Is tonguing the asp

So you think you're clever
So you think you're smart
Come close closer closest baby
Serve me up your heart

But remember, remember baby before we make a start

I'm your cup of poison
I'm the hidden knife
Kissing me baby
Is tonguing the asp

Step into the alley
Step into my parlor
Tear my stockings lift my skirt
Show me what you've got

But watch me, watch me, baby, don't close your eyes

'Cause
I'm your cup of poison
I'm the hidden knife
Kissing me baby
Is tonguing the asp

So goodbye godspeed goodnight baby
Ragdoll man with rain in your eyes

Saturday, 13 February 2021

Billionaire Blues

Joplin wanted a Mercedes Benz
But Lord won't you find me a billionaire
Like the one Grimes managed to snare

Make him fat, make him old
Bald, bony, hands cold, I don't care
Please Lord, just find me a billionaire
Like the one Grimes managed to snare

Maybe I'm no Anna Nicole
I'm kinda flat-chested, fat, and short
But I swear that in my soul
I'm blond and busty,
Sweet and funny, hot and lusty

So Lord, won't you find me a billionaire
Like the one Grimes managed to snare

I swear I'd love him if he were poor
But that wouldn't keep the wolf from the door,
Caviar on my spoon
My peach in bloom

So Lord, if you care
Lord if you're there
Please won't you find me a billionaire?
Like the one Grimes managed to snare


MC

Thursday, 3 December 2020

Some loves we bury In shallow graves

EULOGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD
Some loves we bury
Six feet under; buried deep,
Hail storms and thunder.
Some loves we bury
In shallow graves,
We walk away;

Though the dead
Plead and mumble,
Tongues pressing
Wet through
The dusty gravel.
We walk, we run;
We flee, we travel
Always away; because
Some loves we bury
In shallow graves,

And though the corpse
Is cold and still,
We dare not turn
Least we see
Through the dirt
Carelessly strewn

The delicate tumble
Of fingers around
A pleading palm,

Still offering love,
Begging tenderness
As an alm.
Manuela Cardiga

Monday, 17 August 2020

WHAT I HAD

Had no love letters
Had no slow dance
Had me no candlelight romance

What I had
Oh what I had
Was a no-good man

Had no kisses in the moonlight
Had no sweet whispers in the night
Had me no love at first sight

What I had
Oh what I had
Was a no-good man

Can't blame anyone but myself
I took that cut-price slice of pie
Can't complain if that love was a lie

Had no sugar bitter coffee time
Had no dreams wading in slime
Had me a trial for a violent crime

What I had
Oh what I had
Was a no-good man

Can't blame anyone but myself
I let him beat me, deceive me
Couldn't let him up and leave me.

Had no love letters
Had no slow dance
Had me no candlelight romance..
And I guess I won't get no second chance
What I had, oh what I had is gone

MC

Tuesday, 11 August 2020

LOVE RESURRECTION

 LOVE RESURRECTION

You want me to love you
But there'll be no miracles tonight

Love makes you blind
Nothing can cure my sight
Seen too many heartaches
Seen way too many lies

Need a love resurrection
But there'll be no miracles tonight

Leper hearts fall to pieces
Fake messiahs tear them apart
False promises on the phone
Flesh falling from the bone

You want me to love you
But there'll be no miracles tonight

Those demons eat my soul
Only love can cast them out
But my sighted heart can see
You're not the man for me

I need a love resurrection
But there'll be no miracles tonight
No laying on of hands is going to set me right

I need a love resurrection
But there'll be no miracles,
Not one miracle tonight

So walk on baby
There'll be no miracles tonight




MC

Saturday, 8 August 2020

CHARLIE MANSON DANCES IN HIS GRAVE


Think about it: it will be 51 years tomorrow that Charles Manson's "Happy Family" started their murder spree.

The motivation behind the murders, Manson would later reveal, was to start a race war between blacks and whites, and bring down the government of the United States.

Yep, Charlie Manson is surely dancing in his grave to the cheery sound of "Helter Skelter."

He is surely grateful to all the good solid people out there who are willing to keep killing, and keep his dream alive.

Happy anniversary, Charlie!