Q: Why did Nobel ***** trap his diary

A: He wanted to get more bang for his book

Her cream white hand
whose touch
turned my legs to jelly
as I soaked up her attention
like a sponge
as hundreds of thousands
of images
bowled through my mind

but too late
I realised she was only

triffeling
with my affections

Enslaved
by the very thing
that set me
free...





Love.

.



I've loved you in secret
since those first
unspoken
words


<3

This Easter

I am hoping
for
an Easter Bunny...



Girl.

Poets sleep
beneath inked stained sheets
dreaming
of colourful images


in

black and white

Made your bottle, your ***** changed
your teddy bears all rearranged
winded you and made you giggle
yet you cry and wiggle jiggle

jam on dummy treacle maybe
what's a matter precious baby
rode a mile on grand daddies knee
yet still you cry persistently

have you a tummy ache my pet
then cuddle close and pray don't fret
grand dad will hold you till it's gone
my love my life my sweetest one.