I was drowning in the sea of my own mess
Then you rescued me, you set me free
From my shame, regrets and who I used to be

I come from
A land of oak trees,
Kicking at concrete mushrooms,
Watering cans, passion flowers,
Climbing up the castle walls.

I come from
Water where,
There once was an ugly duckling,
Now a rubber duck,
Swimming on the ripples of a king sized duvet,
Sailing on sofa boats,
Protecting a pillow fortress.

I come from
A floor of molten lava,
Flying up up upwards
Umbrella grabbed tightly,
To the twinkle twinkle glow-in-the-dark stars,
Practically perfect in every way,
Thinning my way to heaven.

I come from
The constant echo of fire trucks,
We duel with sticks of light,
Until the dictator sends us to bed.

I come from
A world where
Trains with smiley faces
Conduct our means of transport,
Powered independently.

I come from
A body of television screens,
Antennae on our heads.
I come from
Consumers
Of the bite
Of the Apple.

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Not quite spoons
And not quite forks;
These tools are great for eating,
But they don’t have much torque.

That’s okay though,
I don’t hold it against them,
I just want to congratulate
The person who invented them.

For being made of plastic
They’re really quite resilient.
A spoon/fork combination?
Sporks are ****** brilliant!

She wore blue tights on the Monday
Tuesday it was green
Bright orange on the Wednesday
Thursday it was cream
I predicted black for the Friday
She wore trousers
Hate that girl.

I'm not allowed to have my best pie
And for that, I think I shall cry.

For pumpkin is nice, and I do enjoy cherry,
But none will suffice for that scrumptious blueberry

Each cute berry makes a small pop
And as for whipped cream, please give me a lop

For lemon is nice but I simply can't wary
From delicious, and tasty, and precious blueberry.

They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over, hoping for a different result.

So I guess I've been clinical since the first time I let myself believe you could love me too.

Let's go.....What? Why? you can!