I will not yearn for yesterday
Nor mortgage my today's for tomorrow...

I don't like custard
and you do...

A hundred years since you got the vote and grabbed...
So put away that Hoover and lay down that brush...

I battle love and all its woes as did the son of...
Heracles lend me your strength and visions of...

In life's circus a clown I play a painted smile I...
Acting the fool for all to see while...

My Ocean no longer returns to the shore
Words written in sand no more...

A robot I wish I could be
Full of wires and circuitry...

We miss you
Your hands feet and toes your tiny fingers...

My moral compass just went South
A leering grin upon my mouth...

A flower blooms heaven scent yet after time will...
Its colours fading day by day reds and golds just...

I admit it I did it I stilled her
I picked up my axe and I killed her...

Your small sharp intake of breath
The rapid beating of your heart...