We used to have an Owl
He was really cute
But he had low self esteem
So didn’t give a hoot
We used to have an Owl
He was really cute
But he had low self esteem
So didn’t give a hoot
The Street Angels have trod the path
For Five years on
Woking’s streets
Armed only with Gods
light
And their calming
influence
They are Not preachers
of the word
Nor are they there to
evangelise
They are the doers of
deeds
The holders of hands
And the wipers of
tears
They are a friendly
face in the dark
Or a soothing word in
the confusion
A conduit to common
sense
The Angels do not
judge
Nor are they there to
chastise
Angels listen with
sympathetic ears
And speak in a voice
of pleasant reason
They give up their
time
For the lost and the
vulnerable
And the over
enthusiastic revellers
Until the last club
closes.
The Street Angels
Do not police the
streets
But they do tread the
path
And they are part of
the peace
Donations to Sperm Banks
In the UK are in
decline
Because most people
today
Do their banking online
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
But what I really want
to know is how
The golden beach was outside the hotel
Which was really handy
But although it looked
like the brochure
The beach was too
sandy
Are you wearing a brandy barrel?
Yes, I know it’s like
the rescue dog
But you know that the
St Bernard
Doesn’t drink all of
the grog
I’ve been working really hard lately
But I’ve got a day off today
It was nice not having to get up early
And have a snooze day Tuesday