I try to write, what's going on,
In this feeble mind of mine.
Some thoughts just pop, then are gone.
Others just appear, without reason or rhyme.
Don't ask me where they come from,
I can't answer, as I don't know.
I just have them in my mind,
And will put to paper, for show.

Only had one appear
Maybe more next year.

In the name of the Father
and of the Son,
Religion may not be for everyone.
Do you believe in a higher being?
If you do, you must admit
at this moment, would he omit,
the lying racist from this place,
that most call the Human Race?

Marmalade heaven, oh let it be.
Marmalade toast and a cup of tea.
Silly jingle with simple rhyme.
I could eat Marmalade toast
Almost every time.