Patian Christian Paramedic Patte

Pat puts the riot in patriot like Polly puts the kettle on
God puts the heave in heaven with his greasy hair that grows long

1st thought: Maybe, we’re all living as dandruff pedestrians in God’s hair do -
We go to family and friend ‘do’ like discos and shake our hips of Nits
We shower in his grease and resemble his bits and bobs followed by ‘Bob’s not your uncle - bit of hair - strand - building, Bob’s Jesus’ uncle‘, and
Little sods we be bombing down those buildings so he wears wigs to shelter us from (rain, reign) water, we starve, we live to die, and we grow hair disorders…
Wiped out from the cancer of it all

So Pat’s riot of medical nursing cured his cancer after all. So, God’s no miracle. Pat of Riot is the miracle. She called her mum, told her to stick the kettle on, told her she’d saved a life and so her mother put the kettle on as Pat was coming home to tell her all about it.

So, we’re back on air as God’s hair bugs. It’s a bugs life built not upon a story of the bible, but a bugle!