I have given up sex for Lent
Which should not
disconcert
As I haven’t done it
for six years
So another month won’t
hurt
I have given up sex for Lent
Which should not
disconcert
As I haven’t done it
for six years
So another month won’t
hurt
I have given up sex for Lent
Which is to some small
extent
An empty gesture on my
part
As I had to as I have
a bad heart
I have given up sex for Lent
Which is to some small
extent
An empty gesture on my
part
As to stop I’d first
need to start
It’s Lent once again
That time of year
To de-clutter, A time
To tidy and clear
But it’s not the time
To tidy the garden
shed
The garage or the loft
Or even under the bed
Lent is the time when
Spring cleaning begins
When we cleanse our
souls
And wash away our sins
The palm branches blessed on Palm Sunday,
Are the following year,
burnt and blessed again
And placed on the
heads of the participants
To the accompaniment
of the familiar refrain
“Remember that you are
dust, and to dust you shall return”
And the Lenten season
has begun once again
This time of year is significant
For what Lent
represents
But I have racked my
brains
And don’t know what to
give up for lent
I really don’t know
what to give up
I don’t have a sweet
tooth
And I neither smoke
nor drink
No vices at all and
that’s the truth
So despite its
significance
For what Lent
represents
I have come to the
conclusion
It’s easier just to
give up lent
I have given up for lent
Pate de fois gras
Lobster thermadore
And Beluga caviar
Well in a way
I’ve never had them
ever
But I won’t have them
Between now and Easter