My mother in law is visiting
Tomorrow just at three...

Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...

Thy stench dost wrench the ardour from my soul
and make my blood more cold than icy snow...

Blood red is the shadow round your eyes
as you look out on dying skies...

As I look down upon the earth
And see my life laid out from birth...

Tears in my cookie dough
makes salt rivers flow...

There is a place, where the sea greets the land
where white bubbled water, washes golden sand...

I like drinking types of coffee
some that even taste like toffee...

Music pulls tightly at my soul
follows me out as I stroll...