Topsy and Turvy, hassled and harried
jostled among a jungle of jumble,
so busy they beavered, in search of a bauble
upon all the shelves, so deftly they delved,
... within the lair of the piffling frippary.

They ambled and rambled, so giddy they gambolled
and sought for that trivial trinket or trifle,
they rummaged and rifled, their eagerness stifled,
through struggle, they strived, from nine until five,
... within the lair of the piffling frippary.

Staunch but stressed, their zest so hard pressed
for until discovered, found and recovered,
they muttered and spluttered, and audibly uttered
within the lair of the piffling frippary,
... persuing that piece of paltry frivolity.

Now flagging, they floundered, not finding the foible
in shambles they rambled, revealing reluctance,
and ceding, conceding, they threw in the towel
on trembling, tottering knees they now tumbled,
... out of the lair, of the piffling frippary.

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Laid by the hearth in the midst of December
curled up snug by the fireside nook
the little dog stirs, at a settling ember
and the periodic chime of the mantlepiece clock.

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All aboard the Skylark, a cruise of mystery
it comes highly recommended, excursion starts at three
with a-tootle of the horn, sightseeing we set sail
on Summer days, around the bay, then back for scones and tea.

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You are the sweet breath of Springtime
the early morning glow of a Summers day,
calming waves upon the seashore
the rustle of the shingle, amid the spray.

You are the sparkle of the Sun upon the sea,
all of these and more ... you are to me.

You are the rose that blooms in Winter
the harvest moon that shines on an Autumn night,
the joyful song of laughter
that dance upon your lips, with sublime delight.

You are the stars set in the sky, you are the Sun,
you are all the world to me ... my everyone.**

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You are so lovely, powdered and perfect
brown eyes that shine, beyond all compare
pearls of dew caught in the sunlight
a lifetime of smiles and dancing on air**.

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Your worth I'll not measure in diamonds
but that of a pearl, displayed with grace,
with delight your presence I cherish
at the sight of a smile, adorning your face.**

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Secure the night from the shadow,
draw back the sheets from the bed,
douse the flickering candle,
there's a pillow of dreams for your head.

In the still of the night, in the darkness,
in the hollowed out space, there within,
lay your presence of nearness beside me,
as the onset of night begins.

Where through the night in this haven,
you're the stars that shine in my sky,
in peace, there you lay, safe and treasured,
as the hours until dawn pass by.**  

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