The Yorkist

T.V. PRAYER

The T.V. is my shepherd, my social life shall want
It maketh me sit down and do nothing for anyone.
It demandeth myspare time and restoreth my desire for the the world,
It preventeth me doing my required work
Leading me into the paths of failure and ignorance
Yea though I live to be 100 I shall still pay the rental.
My telly is with me, its sound and vision comfort me.
It prepareth a programme for me, even in the Presence of visitors, when its volume shall be full,
And I shall dwell on the commercials of life,
With B.B.C and I.T.V. for ever and ever.

Amen.

THE BLACKBIRD

The sleek, black cat stalked lazily over
the wet rich grass .

Above sat the blackbird, feathers shining
in the summer sun, and chirping welcomes to the new day.

The cat's eyes shone greedily and fixed
them on the black body. It moved over to
the longer camoflauge and waited
patiently.

The prey fluttered down to the grass,

only two feet away from the preditor,
searching for worms.
As its beak darted into the soil the
cat saw his chance
and
leapt forward
breaking the birds back
in one crush of his tense claws.

S. Machin 3

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