Golden cells of honeycomb
that tastes sweetly on your lips...

There is a spider in my bath
it's staring up at me...

Be glad your health is not impaired
by some strange illness that is shared...

Tossing, turning,
hard to sleep...

The new year is coming
the old one is out...

My uncle is a 'Sneezer'
he sneezes all the time...

Little boy on the snow filled street
giving a smile to all you meet...

Christmas time is here once more
I'm off to shop at every store...

A blood curdling noise ices my veins
as I felt sharp fangs rip out my brains...

Trapped like a beast,
served for his feast...

As I strode out one Summer's night
I saw a man in sordid plight...

There is no warmth nor light nor sound
as I lay here, trussed up and bound...