He falls upon his knees,

Begging “baby, baby please,

I promise things will change,

Things won’t ever be the same...”

So, if you cut him slack,

See fingers crossed behind his back,

‘Cos whether you accept the truth or not,

Leopards never change their spots....

A tiny cat named little miss Socks,

Or rather I should say miss Goldilocks,

‘Cos there’s many beds, both big and small,

But she’s not fussy, she tries them all!...

Sweet words whispered softly.

Intangible, seemingly real yet not really there.

Desperate torture for the avaricious.

You want it all,

yet they slip through your fingers

as a feather floats through the air,

as a fish swims through water,

‘Til it is no more....

I’m only doing what’s good for business.

I help people, you know, I tidy up those who are messy, and I give those who feel down a reason to smile.

And whilst running my own business with all the best clients, spreading my name across all the popular ends of London, I am supporting others too.

So, if you ever happen to be near Fleet Street, why don’t you stop by? I’ll give you a beautiful new...

I was trying to think

About a forgotten time or place,

But I could only think

About something I’d misplaced,

I’d been looking for my glasses

But they were still on my face!...

“I love you.” I hate you.

“Let me kiss you.” Or slap you.

“I’ll hold you.” Or push you.

I try not to care but

It’s always you....

Give me more.

More of your time.

More of your money.

More of your sympathy.

I want it all instantly.

I’ll give you my fear.

I’ll give you my anger.

I’ll give you my pain

‘Cos it’s all in vain.

Please, take no more....

Sitting by the fire as

The day draws to a close,

Discovering secrets

Nobody else knows.

A feeling of comfort,

In a portable home,

Getting lost in the worlds

Of a leather-backed tome....

A great big Manor House, with strong walls of stone and thick wooden doors. A feeling of safety and comfort, a luxury yet to be beaten.

Hot summer afternoons, laying on the grass in the sun, a honey-coloured tan on your arms and legs, the delicious smell of barbecue hotdogs and burgers wafting towards you.

Acres and acres of woodland, with rushing water, sparkling and glistening in the early e...

We met at pre-school,

in the same classes at infant school,

Best friends at junior school,

Then silent at secondary school.

We went our separate ways,

No more playing on sunny days,

Then a random message that says:

“What’s new, stranger?”...