The most curious thing in my acre of lawn
This morning, the day when long winter departs
The brown croquet ball of the rash Queen of Hearts
A bristly thorn bush of quills tinted fawn
I watched as he plodded so wobbly on
He snuffled and snorted with hesitant gait
His little nose twitching and smelling the air
He spotted not apples, but he did not despair
The cat had left food which he noisily ate
I watched and I realised how I could relate
The long snooze impending, he had to prepare
Half his life wasted no time for a mate
And prickly spikes would make love hard to share
How sad life would be if each hug ripped a tear
Pain is much worse when you hurt those you lean on.

When our day is taken, we are unease
We turn to faith in times of great distress
When made marooned high up above the rest
Wondering why they waste our wilderness
We turn to faith on days like these
We dwell not on the reason for the test
When they swarm ourselves and our address
When like the last leaves in November trees
We soldier on when gales replace the breeze
Wondering why they waste our wilderness
With our day now taken, we are unease
Will or might blight invade our little nest
We dwell not on the reason for the test
We turn to faith on days like these

Do not fall in love with someone like me

Take care to tiptoe round my loathsome wreck

Erase all trace of us from memory


I will knock down your walls to mashed debris

And take your breath with all my sprints and treks

Do not fall in love with someone like me


I roped you in to trips on stormy seas

And whispered guarantees upon your neck

Erase all trace of us from memory


I raged aflame and blazed at high degrees

I rigged the game and rearranged the deck

Do not fall in love with someone like me


I hurricaned and swallowed up your breeze

You trusted me and never thought to check

Erase all trace of us from memory


I captured you and clipped your wings once free

I muddied you and I with ****** specks

Do not fall in love with someone like me

Erase all trace of us from memory