Clawing our way through the city, pale, hunched and toothless.

Your heart it breaks
in the night a dog barks

Floating through pink fluffy clouds
Terrified screams
The plane descends

Shattered glass
Shattered bone
amid twisted metal
rings the phone

Behind a tattered hessian curtain there is a flickering light,
but this isn't what should be on her bedside right.

Galloping through the mist his steed no hoof print leaves

Neath the cherry, snow and oak, there lies a sight to see; a pony called Norbett his grazing predicament plain to me.

Embarrassment and failure, writings of a loon must improve soon

Luminous green grass next to a wet stone wall, tiny gnats decorate peachy mist. The evening sun now turns fells a candy floss pink and I trot on -smiling- down the lane.

Hectic life
Under strife
But solid
As man and wife

Just another hit she begs and her cruel master obliges

Sickly and rich
laying in ditch
Rupert shouts
"that *****!"

Wretched continuous pain
now life will never be the same

He talks like Clint Eastwood
He makes my write poems

Lumbering into his final step the lawyer has one regret

She groans and grizzles while he is proud and sizzles

You've the nicest beam I think I have ever seen

Juicy, ripe
He hates to do this
with the knife.

Inside the tavern light is seen
Our unlikely group enter
We enquire about staying,
dice are rolled,
as we're playing.

I will rise
To the challenge
And get my revenge

With only one wish left
desperate on floor:
"the paw!"

Frantic and wild
with only minutes to spare
they dare