Not sure if I ever knew or even if I wanted to until you came waltzing in.
..and we slow danced around the question that we knew was on our lips.
one day all memories will become a song we sing to bring us comfort in our twilight years.

I, once again, am away to work my little socks off which doesn't get my rocks off but one cannot win them all.

Well
we didn't expect this
and we won't miss it
when it has gone.

It's still beating
and I'm tapping my feet in
time for a rest the change will
do me some good.

as I tire the neurons misfire
and I'm sure I heard
reach for the stars,
but
who's got arms that long?

So
it's a nightcap
not a flat cap
and with a mixer
that'll fix anything.

Nothing is going on here that hasn't gone on before and before you ask me he goes off on a tangent.

It could be worse..

The daffodils on window sills make the world a colourful place, from my window sill if I crane my neck and squint I can see the glint off the mill pond as the sun bounces along it,
at times if I don't look I see *** all.

it's all relative said Auntie Em who was fiddling with her Sheaffer
and I did say Sheaffer not Chauffeur.

Already that time and Monday too
I must do something
anything
everything
nothing?
ok.

Shut the *** up Bill Withers,
a lovely day my ****,

this day was tight, constricting
a day to be fcked in
and stop me if I'm going to last
or
too fast,
cast me aside
throw me away
but for **** sake don't tell me
it
was a lovely day.

Do you remember,
' a night unlike any other night...'
well
this was a day like so many other days
worked my fingers to the bone
got home and
She
kissed me better,

used ***** as a sealant
which to all intents
was quite pleasant.

But a hard day nevertheless.

Winter kicked the door in
did a bit of rummaging and
left this poor soul shivering.

I need no scientific explanation
as to why it's flamin' dark
I'm getting back into the bed
*** waking for a lark.