Love without kisses is like poetry without words


                     completely pointless.

From filth and death of fallen autumn made complacent in her garb of winter White
comes new life with fresh new scent to please and to delight
and by this rebirth of spring make merry jests at winters swift demise
for from these fair messengers we feel as yet sweet summers on the rise
So cry harvest and let juice of yon apple run
as we brave again the hardship of labours beneath an uncaring yet welcome sun.

Nelson :- Kiss me *******

Hardy :- Kiss me Hardy

Nelson :- No kiss me *******

Hardy :- Kismet Hardy

Nelson :- **** you man Kiss My *******

Hardy loading musket and checking no ones looking fires and pens in ships diary

Today Nelson died of his wounds without saying a word.

Its dickie dark the days at end
the sun has run away
it's dickie dark just look my friend
the moon has come to play

The flowers tucked up in their beds
the birdies fast asleep
and over roofs of garden sheds
the ***** cats now creep

It's dickie dark it's time to change
and get into my bed
my teddy bears ill rearrange
around my feet and head

Ill sleep till dirkie dark has gone
and Dawn lights up my face
So daddy turn my night light on
it's in it's usual place

It's dickie dark the day is done
I'm tucked up warm and tight
it's dickie dark and that's no fun
so one and all goodnight