She smiled;

I knew it was a mask.

Fat Bertha opened her front door.
She was dressed in a sheer negligee and a seductive smile.

"Hello babe," she purred, "will I do?"

I admired her full figure, scarcely hidden beneath.

I could hardly catch a breath, before she dragged me inside and ravaged me.

I only popped round to borrow some teabags.

When I think of the book box
I think if not just material
Items.  But things that give you
Joy and happiness as well as
Intelligence.    To be honest
When I crack open the fruits of
This box!  I see that I am smiling
As I am learning
And being happy
Visit one of these box’s one day
I swear you won’t regret it

I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you...
oops. Have to get another daisy...

there are songs and songsters
but all slowly
- coming together in tune
under the one conductor.