Soon the lily pond became
a home from home for 'opper...

My brother had a milk run
at the age of eight...

Grumpy Trumpy promised the wall
Mexico will pay, that was his call...

As bodies decompose
I ponder...

With those blood stained hands
you captured world attention...

Poker faces claim
to each have a royal flush...

Dear Mum by Bob Shank...

Varnished lies o'er wooden door
dust unsettled on sinful floor...

...and
When you suffer a hill...

Unopened presents
'neath forgotten Christmas tree...

I must have dozed in my chair
and was awakened abruptly...

Next morning I arose
with the sun and crept outside...