One Cool summers day, the Snuggly-Buggly,
Was approached by a creature, hulking and ugly,
A terrible creature, so huge and scary,
And the palms of its hands were surprisingly hairy,
It boomed with a voice, so loud and so deep,
That the floor would shake and frighten the sheep,
But no fear existed in the Snuggle-Bugs protector,
For he had an object called the "****** reflector"
He showed it to the creature, this round piece of glass,
The creature responded with the mightiest of gasps,
It turned tail and ran, at the sight of its face,
It stumbled and tripped as it ran with no grace,
You see the Snuggly-Buggly is one of a kind,
As it beat this huge creature, using only its mind,
Now the Snuggle-Bug is free from fear and despair,
Cos the Snuggly-Buggly will always be there.

Somewhere in this world, I've heard that it's true,
That a creature exists, with huge eyes that are blue,
A small kind of creature, you'd mistake for a mouse,
A small kind of creature, with a small kind of house,
Now this creature is kind and so full of affection,
But the worlds big and scary, so it requires protection,
But fear not young Snuggle-Bug, you are destined to find,
Another such creature, that's also so kind,
A creature that's known, from the east to the west,
As the Snuggly-Buggly if you hadn't have guessed,
Now the Snuggly-Buggly is small but it's strong,
And it holds the Snuggle-Bug in it's arms which are long,
Now it keeps it warm and it keeps it secure,
It gives it some love, and it gives it some more,
If one makes a mistake, a hug's what they're given,
Because each of them knows, they'll always be forgiven,
Now remember this Snuggle-Bug, no matter what you do,
The Snuggly-Buggly will always love you.

Your text read:
My cat died.
Sorry for your troubles.
I was moved,
You couldn't notice.
Mind you,
I don't own a cat, but
I will e-card my condolences.
Had I seen you,
I would have cried too.

You make me feel intense care and love,
That can only be described as shlubulybub,
Your gorgeous smile and radiant beauty,
Makes your happiness my number one duty,
My hearts overflowing with warm fuzzy emotions,
My once stable mind is now in a state of commotion,
So im taking this moment to definitively say,
Your aura and presence always brightens my day.

Ode to the tedium,
Ode to the insanity,
Ode to the laborious,
Ode to the depravity,

Repetitive cycles force the passage of time, and tentative disciples are forced to be kind,
Mandatory interactions are the business of the day,
But thats the path we must traverse to receive our weekly pay,
We are herded in like cattle under the watchful gaze of them,
we are treated as if machines, when we are fervent that we're men,
The daily struggle and the constant grind,
Are what we're told assures us that we are alive,

Ode to the perpetual,
Ode to the necessity,
Ode to the resentful,
Ode to our identity.

Everything is absolute,
Everything is perfection,
Everything is tarnished,
Everything is resentment,
Everything is pure,
Everything is deception,
Everything is right and wrong
Everything IS perfection

They said she suffered from visions, so
They locked her up in her room,
I heard her pacing the floor in there
To softly cry in the gloom,
Her food they slid in under the door
And that’s when I heard her shout:
‘You can’t keep me forever in here,
You must let my nightmares out!’

But a doctor listened outside the door
And shook his head as he went,
A Priest then wafted some incense in
And muttered a sacrament,
But no-one dared to unlock the door
For they’d heard a howl within,
‘She must be conjuring demons there
Or some terrible type of sin.’

At night when everyone was asleep
I’d put my head to the floor,
And whisper low to my sister through
The gap, just under the door.
‘Go find the key,’ she would say to me,
‘And unlock the door in the night,
We’ll creep on out while the house is still,
Take off while the Moon is bright.’

I didn’t know where to find the key,
I didn’t know where it was,
It wasn’t hung up on the kitchen hook
Or the nail in the wooden cross.
She begged me, ‘Keep on looking for it,
It’s the only chance for me,
Then we will be together again
At last, and finally free!’

But then her visions returned again
And lights shone under the door,
While sounds, like animals caught in pain
Built up to a sullen roar.
I whispered, ‘Sis, can you hear me now,
I’m scared,’ and started to bawl,
She cried, ‘There’s lights and a million things
All creeping out of the wall.’

I went to beat on our parent’s door
But I heard my father snore,
I ran downstairs and I found the key
They’d hid in the bureau drawer.
I hesitated before I turned
The key in my sister’s lock,
The door swung open and lay ajar
As I stood, stock-still in shock.

For in the room was a wooded glade
With creepers clogging the walls,
Bats were hung from the old lampshade,
The bed was a waterfall,
But of my sister, never a sign
She must have been lost in the trees,
But monsters struggled out of the wall
As I fell in dread to my knees.

They say I suffer from visions, so
They’ve locked me up in my room,
I couldn’t cope with my sister’s loss
They said, but she’s in a tomb.
I know she’s not, for I hear her whisper
Under the door at night,
‘We’ll creep on out while the house is still,
Take off while the Moon is bright.’

Then sounds, like animals caught in pain
Build up to a sullen roar,
I call for her, again and again,
‘Just get the key to the door.’
But then she fades, and she slips away,
So far that I have to shout:
‘You can’t keep me forever in here,
You must let my nightmares out!’

David Lewis Paget

Sometimes the words we speak do not synchronize with what the heart feels