Cranky poets make me smile
So many excuses for lack of style...
Some men only want a warm place to lay pipe.
They will revel in the touch of lips on satin...
Compasses in hands across the land;
Let us gather around and make a plan...
Let the storms buffet the trees,
just make cups of espresso...
It's goodbye
From this madhatter...
Who likes bugs?
They hide everywhere in our house; in your hair...
There once was a man from Greece,
Who had a fond love of geese...
My man whom I completely trust
To take care of me in all trials...
Oh I am so good at paper craft!
Just give me some glue and paper...
Walking on a sidewalk
while looking straight ahead...
Summer holidays,
oh what fun...
Sitting on the loo...