Embarrassment and failure, writings of a loon must improve soon

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

Galloping through the mist his steed no hoof print leaves

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

Floating through pink fluffy clouds
Terrified screams
The plane descends

Frantic and wild
with only minutes to spare
they dare

Just another hit she begs and her cruel master obliges

She groans and grizzles while he is proud and sizzles

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

Your heart it breaks
in the night a dog barks

Hectic life
Under strife
But solid
As man and wife

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

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

Shattered glass
Shattered bone
amid twisted metal
rings the phone

Lumbering into his final step the lawyer has one regret

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.

He talks like Clint Eastwood
He makes my write poems

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

Wretched continuous pain
now life will never be the same

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

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