This week’s poems were contributed by J Rogers and Trish Rissen.
THE DIETER’S PRAYER
O Lord, I wish I were thin There’s jeans that I’d like to fit in God knows I try not to cheat But sometines you just have to eat O Lord, I wish I were thin. O Lord, I wish I were thin All my big clothes could go in the bin I’d wear small sexy dresses Have long golden tresses O Lord, if I were thin. O Lord, I wish I were thin I’d like to be thin like a pin Boys would whistle and stare If I just stood there O Lord, if I were thin. O Lord, your plan’s not that great To make me carry this weight But that’s fine! That’s okay But I’d just like to say Get St Peter to widen the gate. Amen
Near where we live today, Saxons used to work and play. Like us they made plans and schemes, Lived and loved, had hopes and dreams. For centuries close by they slept, While Suffolk land their secret kept. Interred with ancient ritual of course Even a warrior and his horse. Centuries of uninterrupted peace Until modern man caused it to cease. No longer a Saxon resting place For modern man demands their space.