I like a bit of passion me old fruit
even though you get on me pip
ooohh passion in a nice long drink
but be careful before you take a sip.
In all the excitement you might choke
so dont blame the seeds all on me
drink up and I will promise you tonight
this old fruit'll be on his bended knee.

The way I used to giggle
the thickness of my hair
when I walked I had a wiggle
and men would stare.
I smiled and the world smiled
I laughed and everyone did the same
My phone was always on dialled
I was at the top of my game.
Then Mr P took hold of my life
he demanded I live by his rule
now it is all trouble and strife
and the pain I have is just cruel.
But do you know what Mr P
I have had enough of your ways
I do not want you in my life anymore
I want to have nicer days.
So Parkinsons disease can take a hike
to pastures new and then get lost
go on get on your bike
Im free from you now at no further cost.
Well I am not but in my head I am
I can do without all of the stress
Mr P brings plenty of that glam
Im glad my life is not now a mess.

Over by the old church spire
sits a very noisy woodpecker
fluffing his plumage for all to admire
this little chap is a wrecker.

The dark mysterious crow
knows the woodpecker drills holes
but he is more interested in the meadow
and the land around which he controls.

The magpie however is a smart guy
sitting in his black and white uniform
he only needs a lens over just one eye
surveying his prey from his platform.

The little finch meanwhile
knows every little square inch
down to the smallest pile
of what he can pinch.

The pigeon, thick as two short planks
standing in the purple of the shadow
he knows the sort of pranks
they get up to in the willow.

A card is sent through the post
it has been sealed with a loving kiss
there are a million butterflies in his hand
that image I would not need to miss;
Onemillion butterflies would not fit in my palm
I would imagine all that would do is wriggle
It would be an impossible situation for me
because I know that all I could do is giggle.
I take nothing so seriously not even the love
loving you was easy back then but now it is not
Complications have hit the melting *** and boiled over
I think I need a bigger and a stronger ***.
It is hard work listening to you now; I dont want to try
because all that you think about is yourself and that is tough
If I sit it out all night long then I know I would cry
and the situation would go from worse to rough.
t would not be so bad if you believed in what I said
Yet you cant bear to not have me around
You turn vent your anger in everything I do
but in your temper and your anger I drowned.
There is no longer a me, I do not exist
i am but a shadow on the new page
I would like to be the sunshine and Im working on that
which would make a change and drown out your rage.
Live long, have fun, take care and all the rest
Do not kiss my fingers any more they are not your
I wish you  a good life, take care and all the best.

He gently taps my finger
then raises my hand to his lips
Love is all that I have left
and it comes from my finger tips.
I stroke his hair, hair runs freely
like our souls are knotted in two
Love is all I have to give
bad times and words are far and few.
He looks into my green eyes
his blue ones staring into my being
a warmth is held in my heart tonight
the love in me shows no sign of fleeing.
We are a couple who have been in love
for it seems a million years or more
married from sweethearts so much in love
until they close the final door.
Love is all that I have left to give
he knows that and so do I
I love him to the moon and then back
orbiting each star a few times in the sky.
I love him more than there are blades of grass
or more than each tiny spec of sand
I know that he loves me because
he kissed the fingers on my hand.

Jam, honey or marmalade to spread upon your toast
Tea, drinking chocolate or coffee medium roast
I just want eggs and bacon and a little fried bread
or even muesli cereal and thick creamy yogurt instead.
Yes eggs and bacon please and a sausage by the side
I wont trouble you further,I wont take you for a ride
but can I have a little cream  in my coffee for extra taste
chop chop  now get cooking make haste.

The radio is on, you drink tea and hear the news
another sip of your tea then you hear your song
the breakfast comes to an end but the song does not
it is uplifting and you sing along to it all day long.

You hear news that somewhat saddens your heart
something close to your heart has been reduced
That song comes on again and it is uplifting
Just when you needed it, a well deserved boost.