Skin’s peeling
feeling
like I’m melting,

Up North
they’d say
the weather’s belting

I’d give ‘em a smack
but they lack
understanding

I’m standing under the shower
cold for the old and at last
it’s on tap.

Long live the summer
iced tea and a ***
and for some

that’d be the some in Spain
gazpacho.

Things are as you find them and personally I don’t mind them,
who said not grammatically correct?

But
because it’s a great word.

Yes siree
It’s me and not Siri
are you happy now
will you ever be?

She tells me to belt up and button it,
fukin marvellous, a bit
of English
and She thinks that She’s British

but I’m starting to believe
that
She is.

I take a moment for inventory
and
if everything’s still there
I
make a *** of tea.

I’m glad that it’s only me
that drops off
the rest of me stays put
but
I still have to check

one cannot be careful enough

I may huff and puff
but this house
is solid.

Ripping through the ties that blind me
freeing all the light inside me
the morning sun sits down beside me
and all looks beautiful.

Mindful that I'm moving forward
balanced on the wings of progress
nothing seems as untowards
as the evening coming closer.

When it all caved in
and saved him
meaning me,
I could see that
I
led a charmed life.

and when the world ran out of hope
I learned to love myself and cope

I am not here because I prayed
I am here because I stayed
and
I'll see it through until the end.

What on Earth.. She said,

Nearly nine years ago
when we said
I do
who knew
that nine years could go
so fast?

Too fast
sometimes speeding
but always needing her
to steady me.

We go on
and
She goes on
the warpath
occasionally.

When you know that you're right
set the country alight
don't fukin wait
until bonfire night.

we are at the point
where the pointer scrolls off the screen.