there was a little spider climbing up a spout
someone blocked both ends now theres no way out.

even if the rain came down he couldnt wash away
looks like the little spider in there he must stay.

his cousin he was lucky of that there is no doubt
when incy wincy did it the  little chap got out

i have little poodle he just loves a bath
when the bubbles pop all he does his laugh.

he likes to watch the water running down the hole
happy and content such a lovely little soul.

he  likes getting dry by shaking up his skin
then i get a towel then i wrap him in.

then  i  brush his fur  and make him look brand new
without my little poodle i dont know what  i would do

there is a little bat he lives in a cave
where its very dark. i guess he must be brave.
he flies around all night although he cannot see.
flying a like a bird so wild and yet so free.

hanging upside down while he has rest
then a  fly around then back in to his nest
with his built in sonar so he can get around
he knows where he is going to an echo sound.

such a lovely creature and so very small
just to watch the bats is the loveliest thing of all.

i saw a little angel in my sleep one night
sat there in my dream in a dress so very white.

with a little halo reflecting in the light
shining all around her. so very very bright.

she had flowing hair as lovely as can be
it made me feel so safe knowing she was watching me.

Head spinning in kaleidoscopic daydreams,
I turn and I turn.
Your tongue traces lines across my skin,
pirouettes and flicks.
I moan the only song we'll ever know.

Needlepoint nails on your bony fingers
scratch against scars,
plays sadness and despair.
Sounds amplify in hollow chest,
echoes in the chambers of my beating heart.

Dance to the record of my broken body.
For tomorrow - just crackles and
silence.

I'm not much on the outside
So no one ever cares
I'm not the girl who comes waltzing in
Expecting all the stares

But if you ever stop
As my bow crosses the string
And look me straight in the eye
I'll know you're listening.

Or if you skim my writing
And catch the emotions that I feel
You'll understand there's more to me
Than I'm willing to reveal.

I'm average on the outside,
My abilities as well
But the only way you really know me
Is to search beneath my shell.

i was thinking of the cavern club just the other day
where in the nineteen sixties. all the groups would play.
there was lots bands who came from miles around  
they put it all together and made the mersey sound.

my favourite was the beatles in there beatle suits
with there  beatle haircut and winkle picker boots
there was john and george paul and ringo too
they made lots of songs that everybody knew.

there was many others so many i cant name
the beatles were the ones that always had the fame
there  musics still around to this very day
the sounds of the sixties will never go away