I’d like to eat lots of thick grease

The doctor worked as hard as he could
But he couldn’t treat folk as he knew he should
So he put plugs his ears
and ignored our fears,
He just mopped up the tears and the blood.

Statins make folk act real mean
And more road accidents are later seen
So go for long walks
Admire flowers and their stalks..
Then go home and eat lots of beans.

Happiness makes our hearts whole
If to the inner we submit our souls.
I do not mean pleasure
But working with leisure.
Set your own guide by the pole.

The night sky can lend us some peace
As we gaze up and tensions release.
We are microscopic
Yet ,quite off the topic,
I’d love to eat lots of thick grease

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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