People passed
Me on the churchyard path,
That I walk
So oft,
Caught in my passing thoughts,
(Many now forgot)
Then came the rain again
To wash all who pass
Along this fleeting path.
People passed
Me on the churchyard path,
That I walk
So oft,
Caught in my passing thoughts,
(Many now forgot)
Then came the rain again
To wash all who pass
Along this fleeting path.
They talk of all-powerful AI.
Perhaps this is Sci-Fi.
Or maybe it is true.
But you and I
Will surely die,
Unless we
Achieve immortality,
And perhaps live on
After the body is gone
In virtual reality.
But would that be
You and me?
From the dark heart
Oft flows great art,
And behind sunlight
Oft hides night.
There was a young man named Giles
Who walked around wearing nothing but tiles.
When he fell with a crash,
All the tiles they went smash,
And the girls wore very big smiles …!
There was a young lady named Gale
Who made all her money through blackmail.
When she blackmailed Lee
While out at sea
It ended in a large killer whale …
When a young lady known as Hurd
Went and used a very bad word,
A vicar called Hocking
Said, “that is shocking!
But do cover me in lemon curd …”.