I layed my doll beside her ,
a perfect replica of what she meant to me .
Then held her by my side for all the world to see .

For she was elegant  when she was with me ,
a turtle dove before the spring ,
and so with all her charms of innocence ,
I loved her before any living thing .

That none should walk besides me
when she took me to the fair ,
so she can lay besides me ,
and comfort me in prayer .
under soft floral blankets ,
we will sleep this very  night .
For even death with all its grandure ,
as she looked beyond its gaze ,
a doll made just for her ,
when she has passed through this realm of days .

And so love still let it conquer when all I have to hold ,
is a doll made out of wax with its O so pretty nose .

For if it be A coffin she might. Sleep this very night ,
but in my bed she now will lay ,
my doll  with the sweetest fragrances will never see decay .

And it shall be my comfort even though worms eat her body so ,
I will always have my sweet daisy besides me ,
where ever i go .

But so the years went by and I forgot about my friend ,
who sat in the corner for years without end .
Untill one day I made love to a woman I had met at the fair ,
for she was just like my Daisy  and had long flowing locks in her hair .

And so it moved  ,
to the foot of the bed ,
as we got ***** under those soft floral sheets ,
we once called our bed ,
and now all it does is stare at us ,
and won’t leave us alone .

So we buried sweet daisy ,
we smashed her with a hammer ,
we buried her in the garden ,
and left a cross upon her grave ,
now Every night we watch in silence ,
too terrified and afraid  
that Daisy my beloved should one day
rise up fron her grave.

Yesterday the Angels came ,
they fluttered to the ground ,
they landed on roof tops and church spires all around ,
was the day the angels fell.

And we came out into the streets and wondered at the sight ,
thousand upon thousands of tiny angels in the skies ,
caught in. the sunlight

They came and settled all around ,
Some made the image of man out of them ,

Others gathered them up to throw   at each other ,
and laughed as each one fell ,
and we’re trampled to the ground .

Others watched as the angels melted when the suns rays turned
their white to grey ,
untill they had a haggered look ,
and had nothing more to say .

Then in the morning ,
they became hard and cold ,

So man slipped and bruised his knee ,
and man  said to himself ,
“ what has God done to me ? “
He sent these angels once pure and virtiuas  In love
but now we have trodden on them to the ground ,

Like witches struggling for breath ,
with a noose around their necks ,
and yet by the morning they couldn’t be found .
disappeared in the cold light of day
and man stood in wonderment and deep despair ,
as how he had treated those God had sent down ,
to help him fly away .

I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.

This night we salute the night soil man ,
for when you are safely sleeping in your bed,
where cesspools lie ,
where rats and mice are fed ,
In the secret corners down below,
is somewhere you don’t want to go .

It’s where ladies with their hankies frown ,
would rather think not of what goes down ,
but indeed would spray sweet perfume ,
so not not to gather
the gasses they might leave in the room .

So the next time you go to the loo ,
have a thought for what the night soil man can do for you ,
who Catches a thief upon your door ,
so when the mornings clouds break ,
once more ,
and the suns rays with bleary eyes you rub to awaken your tired eyes ,
You open up your WC,
and you never wonder what lies beneath ,
those which mother tells you “ good boys and girls don’t ask “
their secrets keep ,
and must speak of no more .

my words are lost .
they cant be found ,
lost ambiguas to the ground .
In silent thoughts some profound ,
my words drift far away ,
never to be found .

For in merrinent they dance above my head in letters and pros that are left
unread .
So please write down in pen and ink
those thoughts in the night that cannot
speak,
that drift away as  if you dream ,
in multicoloured stars unseen .

And when you wake at  three a m
to silent thoughts begin again  ,
the words you lost that you  will never
find ,
lost forever in your mind

Did I tell you once there were three ,
Tom and i and the ocean ,
and we all ventured out to sea ,
only two returned so that left me .


But the seas were never a friend of mine ,
but still I would go fishing to pass the time ,
to cast my line over the seas harbour walls ,
and dream of monsters from the deep ,
their open mouths and shiny sharp jaws ..and teeth .


Did I tell you once there once were two
the ocean and me,
and that’s what led me out to sea ?

But I never liked the watery waves ,
the smell of the salt ,
the seaweed and shale ,
the ***** that at night hid under rocks ,
the mermaids that called  the sea their throne .

But I went out in my boat  in a gale ,
I pushed my boat out with the shingle and shale ,
and rowed above those sea going winds ,
And I felt the roar of the seas beneath my feet
and so their monsters I stood and fought ,
each one fell valiant against my sword .
ten thousand fathoms deep ,
they fell unto their graves


Yet The moon was full underneath the oceans waves ,
and all went still .
Untill the mermaids sang
a sea shanty they sang to me
and for a time they were all I could see,
beautiful Mermaids all around me .
For The light of the moon had captured the waves ,
and so the light became their  slaves .
as mermaids sang as if for days ,
their sirens moving  across the waves.


the ocean had swelled ,
and rose ,
then frowned .

and left my boat capsized in front of me ,
and so I drowned .
Then all that was left was the ocean,
and
the sound of the waves ,
and then there were three ,
you and me and our boat heading out to sea .

If love is sweet and doth not decay ,
as your eyes turn to dew at the end of the day .


And the sweet lemon blossom is still in your hair
as the primrose in bloom ,
at appleberry fair . so perfect their apples all juicy and ripe ,
as you ruffle your feathers ,
as the wind catches the breeze ,
in the pure sunlight .

For as love conquers all it is all that I ask ,
for a bite of your apple at Appleberry fair .

Yet time is a dream and it won’t go away ,
as the soldiers march at the end of the day .

They came with their bayonnets  to bare and to hoist ,
to take you away at the sound of my voice.

And all I looked for in a girl so rare ,
was a taste of your apple ,
at Appleberry fair