Watering The Roses

We visiting the vicar & his wife both so: 'nice! ' We 3 perched upon the edge of a comfy chintz setee as we await him to grace us with his presence. Apparaently he's in Heaven in his garden tending his prize roses. 'Do you know anything of roses, Mr. Dempsey? ' she enquires hardly moving her porcelain mouth. I admit my ignorance & we all gaze into the glorious visita of rose upon rose as if this indeed was rose heaven when suddenly the vicar's presence is made all too aware to us as he waters his precious roses with something in his hand that is not a watering can. You later admitted you had never seen) a vicar so well hung - how many vicars have you known? - & felt a little twang of envy towards his missus. His wife still without moving her porcelain mouth enquires postively politely: 'More tea... ...anyone? ' ******* Just Like That Bird The stolen kiss in the vicar's rose garden when we were left all alone when he went to write Sunday's sermon ('I hope that you...don't mind? ') And an invisible bird turned all the world into song. And his wife smiling: 'I hope you don't mind if I...answer the phone? ' Her laughter like fine bone china tinkling from another room. That stolen kiss was like you took each disc from my back bone (my Kundalini shivered) cleaned and polished each one 'til they shone & put it back again into my spinal colum & the I of me glowed into sheer elation taking my skull in your delicate fingertips tidying my thoughts up a bit tighting the screw that was loose (you always knew) & placed it just so (I almost didn't know my self) ...'til it(& I) were perfect just as the footfall of the vicar's wife appeared & apologised enquired (as if the world turned on tea) 'More tea ...anyone? ' And we said: 'No thank you! ' 'And we think we ought to be going! ' I still dazed (amazed) at that kiss turning the world into song just like that bird!