Sunday night.
The rains came again.
As cold as in biting slivers.
Drenched.
Garden arid once, drowning in one sweet afternoon.
It's a cold wrapped blanket of chill.

Dog cowers.
She has no desire to water the grass or the flowers.
Sat on the sofa.
Heating's back on.
Bumps of a million geese creep up my arms.

Emptiness is misery.
Coldness is so miserly.
It's cruel to feel this chill inside and out.
Makes me want to scream and shout.
My heart's so cold.
I've been destroyed.

Inside.
Outside.
Everywhere.
Do I care.
Hell, I do.
This cold.
It's eating me.
Making me blue.
I'm sick of it.
I think perhaps you are too!
Sweet friend.
Both so sick of the harshness of cold.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Shadow Man

In love with the shadow man,
Lurking in dark corners ,
Has no need for light,
In chains lashed,
As daylight dashed,
Nocturnal man of night's kiss,
Hides in land of night wish,

She is out in daylight,
Watches when she sleeps,
Holds her softly,
When through night- time,
As she sleeps,
He safely keeps her beauty,
Treasured in his heart,

He is no night monster,
As many would believe,
He is not enhanced by darkness,
When other shadows weave,
Engulfing him in their tapestry,
Within arms of despair,
I fall at your feet,
I'm a little lost,
A touch abandoned,
By my shadows mournful curse,
Think about me tenderly,
For I will always be there!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Joined my shadow, stitched by cobwebs to my feet,

Chases me everywhere, until her solar son's removed,

When in dreams darkness she's concealed...

Walk in the sun, she's revealed...a flighty sprite a spirited girl,

Desire to see the shadow call.....creep!

Creep into sunlight,

coax her,

Entice her,

Into wild life,

You'll find she's joined at your feet and your hip,

Ideal woman to take as your wife, she'll never misbehave,

Never misappropriate,

Never innappropriate,

Of your notions she never disputes!

She vanishes into blackness...leaves you on your own...to play

Lets you have your space,

She comes to play when skies not grey...to conjure up a smile!

Hides in  night light black an dark......outlines evil ghastly dread,

To petrify children in their beds!

Transfixed in fear,

As hanging chanting vampire shadows,

Laced by night light,

Oozes through night light blinds!

Livvi Kent 20/04/2013.

A walk to death for the doggie that bit.
Dragging in fear at the end of the leash.
So sorrowful.
The question is why?
A profound dog loving poet am I, I am!
I can understand, the death sentence  tho' it seems so harsh.
I question what makes a dog turn?
How do these fierce tendencies occur?
Are they frightened?
Have they been hurt?
For some a dog is the love of their life, from whom love is mutually given unconditionally.
So sad when man's best friend turns!
Without ever having been violent, one thing, I scream, the dogs destroyed for being the wrong breed!
We all have  different genes, some violent, some aggressive, but humans with intelligence do they really have a clue?
Humans don't get put to sleep for having  the wrong religion or not fitting in.
After all, the dog warden almost looks like a bulldog too, some kind of crazy hybrid?
Led reluctantly to find the big sleep.
I cry, as this I write!
An innocent dog dies just a stroke on the head and a tender goodbye.
(C) LIVVI

Jennifer Jones, sat on her own.
Loving ancient light bulbs and high heeled shoes.
Last time they saw her, hell they adored her
Her figure created by Pythagoras's pen.
All length and hypotenuse,
A spot on the news.
Gets raving reviews.
The angular woman with the spiky red hair.
She came and she went.
She knew what it meant,being angular.
Got fed up ,changed her style,
now she's full on rectangular.
She kind of cared.
But nobody dared,to approach her.
And now I concur ,
that although she thought she were a pretty bit square,
nobody cared.
Circled the world banging her gong.
Shapely Jennifer Jones,
what went wrong.
To make her so straight.
Still, she was great.
A diamond created for stars, overrated.
The fantasy of Jennifer Jones, who wished to be shapely.
Her outline got stolen, now she is shape free.
(c) Livvi

I shan't write I love you in a circle.
Nor shall I write it in a square.
However; I could sing I love you in a triangle, a jingling  of tinkling percussion of passion, in a silver dress.
I could bang all of my love for you upon a kettle drum, then you could make me tea.
I could stroke your love as a butterfly, so destined, not to be.
Before my life extinguished, burned out by midday sun.
Stunning love empowered, caught on the wings of dragon flies, tripping delicate through those staccato summer skies.
I love you, but I don't know why.
(c) Livvi

Night time's come.
Where have the shadows gone.
Maybe dissolved when daylight left.

They come and go in light of day.
They love to play their crazy games.
Shadows of dudes.
Shadows of dames.
All in relation to time.

Strange creatures.
They are just shadows.
Turn off the light.
They vanish.

Turn on the light.
They're back.
Shrinking fast.
Growing quick.

Their own position changes.
In a perfect stance.
By light enhanced.
Free spirits in dark shadows.
Evicted by the switch.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Cinders rotting in the hearth.
Love bit back with toxic teeth.
Created toxic tears.

Two autobiographical memories.
Captured from history.
In poetic communiques.

Sad souls released at last.
To dance with angels.
Have a blast.
A last breath of air.
Fresh and clear.
To share with the one that she holds dear.

Hold him close.
Hold him near.
Make him aware.
He need have no fear.
All she has left are toxic tears.
And in them she drowns.
By ladylivvi1

The cloud's were hanging all about my very, very tiny ears.
The ears they were not listening,
Because, they did not wish to hear.
I never heard you shout to me.
MY shiny eyes were peeled,
to see what was going on.
But in a moment of complexity,
They never noticed you.

You were standing in the shadows,
in the back roads of my mind.
I spoke to you, you made me feel.
The shadow in the background hangs intrinsically very real.
Intriguing conversations,
They opened up a can of worms.
Of your lost love,
The bringer to your heart,
only buckets full of standing sorrow,
You made me think,
I couldn't sleep,
for your lost love,
I wish to weep.
Secrets freed, once lost set free,
Cherish the honesty of me.
I'm free of my burden,
the one that I could not see.
Well I think I maybe anyway,
Maybe I shall ever be.
Come forth the man of mystery.
Let us write together thee and me.
(c) Livvi

Stop this rain from falling.
Baby, it's making me wet.
The lady of words can't forget your kiss,
Could all have been just hit on miss.
Your touch so exciting,
Your heart so open.
Much more than exciting.
Kiss me honey.
For whatever, will be has got to be.
Break free from the chains of undesirable misery.
Let your mind and mouth be loud.
Proud and free.
No abnormal psychology.
Lets not follow convention,
She's much too uncool to mention.
So follow the sheep, down the bumpy track.
Little lady vociferous smile.
She's calling out loud.
And he is not listening.
(C) LIVVI

The man sits in the corner,
A demonstration of madness,
Presented in a song
Rocking like a metronome,
Twiddling his hair,
Teases it through his wild fingers,
Tawny nest sits upon his head,
His crowning glory,
Well beyond pacifying,
Wishes he was dead,
Tried so many times, never with success,
Conversations with them who are not there,
He cowers,
Bombarded with external influence,
Lost in a solitary selfish world with only self for company,
He wants no-one,
Needs no-one,
His head and heart brimming with negativity,
No life outside his saddened house,
He conceals himself as terrified,
Of everything he finds outside,
No happiness will greet him,
While in his tragic world of fantasy he dwells!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She arises from sorrow's casket,
trussed up in a dusky wedding dress,
yellow tinted cushions below her,
supposedly,
supporting her deathly pallid head,
somewhat discoloured,
looking rather distressed.
carnations and confetti unfurled,
sprinkled maybe as pretty portents abound,
a warning,
that maybe true love ne'er lasts.

Her man,
he sits longingly,
enduring his pain,
perhaps as a tragic hero,
awaiting,
almost to take the blame,
the blame for her demise,
beside her he crouches,
as she's sat,
upon her marble slab,

And yet again,
she rises,
yawning,
stretching out her immortal warning,

Poplars dress the mausoleum,
behind the greying pillars,
to the right,
a gathering,
a crowd small in number,
most impressed,
by non-committal of death's distress,
and her lover,
he sits,
and sits some more,
looking longingly into death's dark eyes,
while patiently awaiting her final tragic goodbye.
(c) Livvi

The lady smiled.
Teeth of ivory perfection.
Cheeks red as summer roses.
Hair flax like, thick and rippling,
Eyes like sapphires.
Burning sapphires.
She knows you know.
Read her thoughts by the way that she moves.
She is serene, demure.
Endearing.
It shows.
Her love shines as a lantern in the darkest night.
Offers a blanket of compassion, a cuddle without suffocation.
Love without ***.
It all gets too messy.
(C) LIVVI

Do I need to tell thy, how in unity we are matched as one.
In malediction, created by malaise.
I speak out.
Have such fire filled desires.
So be it tall and strong thus spake.
Decadence in morning song, of buds and birds and bees that throng.
If I could christen dragonflies,so I would set you in my heart, should do thus by pure means indeed.
If only I could form such trysts with all those dragonflies.
I wonder, am I just being me?
If I could hold thee in the morning it would be my brightest hour.
My tears would dry and maybe then I should be set free.
Released to fly away.
Only God knows that I love you, and only God knows why.
You creep along and stroke my heart, mine eyes are by thine blind.
(c) Livvi

At the cliff edge I totter.
Clasping at daisies
Before reaching out for infinity.
Daisies, memoirs of love you forgot.

I actually believe that you have not.
Sat on the bed sadly remembering the words.
When last I sat with you.
Remember ''Daisy, Daisy'
'Give me your answer do''.

This is crazy.
When I mention feet you are dismissive.
And your back.
Sounds like a frightened excuse.
To break lose maybe due to fear.

After all he said.
'She must love me.
When she's dressed in black'
He's right of course,
She loves him true.
Poems of love under the oak.
He wrote of rings and things
Strange vows.
Not meaning physical marriage.
Just marriage of minds.

Worried she'll take his quill.
Invade his home.
She never will.
She will not steal his right to write.
Two of them have pens with might.
She writes as much as he.
Even if in different quality.

She sometimes wishes they'd never met.
She knows neither will ever forget or regret.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

AND IT'S JUST GONE MIDNIGHT ON THE FIRST DAY OF 2014.
She came in heralded by pyrotechnic display eau naturelle.
Thunderous applause from the sky herself.
Somewhat shocking
Kind of weird!
And the rain flowed as raging river.
Still the manufactured fireworks damage our heaven's blessed.

Happy New Year worldwide!
It actually presented real thunder and lightning! Rather bizarre!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Thoughts of a January evening.
The days turned into a week.
A scarlet week of pure indulgence.
The painted lady's a butterfly and so she flew away.
Her wings weighed down with age that drenched, self image.
She drowned in last weeks' satisfaction.
The poet laughs in maniacal gratification.
Sorry my friend, I couldn't resist it.
Never mind, she smiles and winks.
Pours herself another drink...!
Shocking I hear you say,
(C) Livvi.

If mommy was a vampire and daddy were a werewolf...the combination of these soulless beasts maybe, an uncouth youth.
Crawling in woodland in the centre of night.
Vile being with playing when winds up.
I pray take flight.
Run like the wind sweetly innocents.
Hope they don't catch you as you flee.
Only advice I give to thee.
Fashion a stake from an old Oak tree.
Hope against hope,
You'll soon be free.
Sunrise.
Surprise.
Open eyes.
No more to be said.
Awake and alive.
Not dead.
Relief.
(c) Livvi

Leaving is simple and staying is sin,
Battles flags flying,
Both out to win,
Our spirits are wild and long to run free,
As darkness dances on,
We walk into the light,

Bring me your sweet love,
On a pure silver platter,
I really do care,
You really do matter,
If only you let me in,
I'll bring you delight,
For I am pure angel,
Heart crystal white,

You are my darkness,
Seems at hell's gate you dwell,
No desire to be there,
You are stuck,
Memories in mind left shadows,
And mindless shadows keep you trapped,

For as I wait to sleep,
Unable to rest.................,
My head flies into irrational passion,
Passion's spilling over,
I detest feeling so vacant,
So my cup doth overflow,
Both detest feeling so vacant,
Question needing answer,
Should we stay or should we go?




By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Silhouetted shadows creep silently, through the mysterious half light mist of the wine fueled mayhem.

The party was in full swing.
Wind blew softly around their ears, gently rustling her soft tresses,
He gently stroked her cheek, smiling,to himself.
Feeling relaxed in her presence, she turned into his touch edging her body closer to his.
Never before had she felt so wanted.
He made her feel so special.
Their kisses were passionate, filled with potential for the creation of ecstasy, between two young people in love.
The silence of their first moment was shattered, as a new experience became so intense.
They both erupted into internal quivering,as they each provided ****** touches, experiences never experienced before.
Her touch was so tender, as his was so strong.
Both appearing to know what it was all about in the promotional anticipation of such uncertain pleasure.
He gently ushered her down,laying her near naked body onto the grass.
He fondled her breast, while she reached to his manhood, this was a new experience.
They were both overtaken by physical desire.
His rigid **** entered her slowly, gently, they moved in near perfect rhythm, building up momentum, waiting for warm waves and explosions internally in unison.
Their love was now sealed, the memory of purity extracted.
He held her tight and kissed her.
They walked hand in hand back into to the party.
Knowing something that no-one else would ever know...it was their own secret!
A first love sealed!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I shall never forget that day after school.
And he picked up the bottle of perfume.
Swallows it for the kick.
Vomits hard
You taste the smell as the using abuser grabs you to kiss you.
It sickens you too.
The things that alcoholic's do.
(c) Livvi

Cupids' really stupid.
Collared loads of loving friends.
Sat here still,
Maybe forever.
Singledom...it never ends.

I cry.
I die,
Oh hell,
why.
I hate being alone.
But sometimes I love it.
I love my space.
No one buys me valentines cards.
I send none myself.
I get no flowers or chocolates...
It can be advantageous.
At least my hay fever stays under control.
No chocolate bulge here...hee hee.
Never to be over weight.
Being single has it's plus points.
Is nearly always great.
My kisses are all candid.
Come share a few with me.
(C) Livvi

She kept a vigil by the bedside.
Watching him sleeping.
In silence she sits.
Save for the beeps and bops of forced whistling air.
She adored all of him still.
He was just hanging in there.

She perched on a swinging rocking chair.
Spoke to him now and again, poor thing.
She sang to him as he battled.
Fought with the deepest side of the sandman.
She touched his hand once again.

The room lit up with lights of gold.
Rolling rainbows.
There he goes.
Go forth into the light good sir.
Permission given.
Now it's time to be bold.
At the foot of his slumber spot.
An angel dressed not in white, but royal blue came to collect him.
She played a serenade to him upon a silvery horn.
She dwindled in the atmosphere.
Amidst the flurry of whizzing trolleys.

The doors flew open.
A team of magic folks, not fairies, stole his heart and gave it to another.
Liver and kidneys not far behind.
His woman cried and sighed.
Kisses him softly, bids him goodbye.
He didn't respond, he no longer could.
Passed quietly over, did her lost lover.
All donations gratefully received.
She took it much better than friends had perceived.
She rolled her wedding ring.
Walked out sad but proud.
As raindrops and sunshine fell from the cloud.
Up came the rainbow, silently loud.
(c)Livvi

Surreal was the tone of the sky on Christmas night.
Navy and cloudless.
And the rain fell.
Lightly, drops of daggered ice.
Falling sharply.
Wet hair.
Not heavy.
Fresh as freedom came.
Spirits danced on air this Christmas night.
All was silent.
No cars.
No twenty four hour take aways.
The animals were hushed.
So silent.
And sleep came to me so easily,
Today I applaud Monday morning.
With it's morning glow and unaffected sky.
For today,
I live and breathe.
So quietly.
(c)LIVV

Fear came and chased the soul.
Down empty road so lonesome.
Where one and one made only one.
Girl with smile of pussycat.
Claws torn out.
For real.

Gutted as a house on fire.
When fireworks collide.
Throw me not sweet tear drops
For love once strong and proud.
Decried for all your minions.
Very long and very loud!
Without a tongue.
So no-one heard.
By ladylivvi1

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A purple blaze of moonlit night.
Flies fore the eyes of mind's delight.
Shining clumps, forget me not.
For I exist in hearts.
And hope in silent pain said by my pen, that someone.
Somewhere shall be mine.
Impetuous dancers on the wind.
Playing blessings on my mind.
Phantom sleeps inside my brain.
A vacancy.
My lonely soul.
An only soul.
An empty vessel.
Contents spilled.
Long since thrilled.
By the trill of chipping sparrow.
Down streets, leading nowhere much.
Fast becoming narrow.
Oblivious to wanton need.
My whole,
My self.
My being feed.
In defeat in concede.
Destination always me.
Prime location.
Always free.
(C) LIVVI

The spirits of the dead.
They're fleeced as naked sheep.
They hang cold and desperate.
Howling over desolate isolated moorland.
Screaming on the gale.
The linger just a moment, where man nor beast exist.
This ethereal racket, caused by the sharp and biting gorse bush.
It's scratching wounds, deep into grey shadows,
Left overs of spoiled souls.
(C) Livvi

How did we get here?
Did the howling wind, maybe blow us into each others arms?
Perhaps,the wind died down and so did we.
I guess that's what it is.
I'm left here crying on my knees.
Your tongue whispers sorrow quietly, saying sorry.
All he can say these days, is sorry silently.
Never utters as much as a word.
(C) Livvi

Don't love me.
Cause I help you.
Don't love me.
Cause I'm there.
Don't love me.
Cause you can't.
Unless it's me you want.

Love me.
Cause you want to.
Love me.
Cause you care.
Love me.
Cause we love the same.
And I am always there.

A child stranded in time.
A flash in the pan.
Guess what.
I love you.
Cause I can

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Can somebody please explain,
Why a lovely ice cold thick shake,
In a cup marked  large is gone,
Gone much too quickly,
Exquisitely delicious,
Trying to stay fresh and cool.
A rapidly empty cup,
Leaves me feeling a thirsty fool.
I hereby declare that I truly need another one.
To keep me feeling jolly cool,
while in the midday sun.
(C) LIVVI

Who's fault was it anyway?
Blame left outside the garden gate.
Who played games with her heart?
Who played games with her head?
Moments of silkworms, that spun gossamer.
Smooth, slipping away.
Creator, heart breaker.
Love maker.
Blooms and blossoms.
No questioning stings.
Lost moments of passion.
Just one of those things.
(c)Livvi

Cursed is the day you crossed my path with silver.
Your words were golden.
Once upon a stale fairy-tale.
Wishes of kisses.
Wiped off with a rag.

The coffee was hot.
It burnt me to bits.
Scarred my being in disrespect.
In a world of flying saucers.
Maybe fantasy,
Perhaps not.

No being will perceive nor understand.
The love of an angel.
Or just maybe a mere eccentric man.

My love now died.
From the words of a mortal sinner.
No-one can be a winner.
Hear now a silent goodbye.
My love did not die screaming.
Just left with a whimper and a gold rush of tears.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Silver and Iced Diamonds!

There are diamonds under the soles of my feet.
But I can never find them.
They live at the end of my nose.
My eyes are blind to see them.
Carbon light angels.
Unbreakable.
Undeniable.

I wear no beautiful diamond to glitter on my finger.
For in my life love runs away.
She truly doesn't linger.
I don't want diamonds anyway.

The ring I wore was silver.
Etched with words of love.
Love didn't get a chance to stay.
Sweet angel dashed off with true love.
His other darling lady.
The lady poetry.
Badly, madly,
Tragically sadly!
By ladylivvi1

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Poetry is a blessing from a husband to a wife.
Words between two lovers  that are sparkling with life.
Poetry is love that speaks unspoken words.
It's feelings flow as streams do flow.
So slowly to the sea.
Poetry is freedom from all wars lost and won.
And  setting suns.
That rise again to warm the world.
To charm the old and young alike.
Inviting flowers and April showers.
Spaghetti strings and angel wings.
Ballerinas, hippy chicks.
Broken words and pick up sticks.
Triangles and perfect squares.
Missing words and no one cares.
(c)LIVVI

And he said you smell nice.
Before together they got on the autobus.
She coyly said thank you,
Tickled pink.
I think.
Giggled.
Spoke.
Awoke.
Very simple.
Eyes opened.
Chuckled.
Knees buckled.
Heart music.
Spoken word.
What more can she say.
Other than hey hey.
Mind play.
(c) Livvi

Simply Scratched!

You scratched your name indelibly,
In blood across my heart!!
Intrepidity,
In incantations,
As two souls collide,

A duo of fools,
We want to dance,
As we dance we whirl,
Swirling in rhythmic curl,
This crazy man,
With little girl,
This little woman,
Well nearly fifty,
Crazy full of fire
A stroke of silence left inside,
Until now,

In quicksand we were sinking,
Trying to ******,
A flash in time,
Inside you'll find I have a heart,
I look in you,
Guess what I find,
You have one too,
Shown openly in our lady,
Lady poetry she's our art!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Strolled through the door wearing nowt but a grin.
Seeking nothing more or less than a sweet bit of sin.
Dire need for crazy ***, smacked her smartly on the chin.
She's determined to win.
She gets under his skin.
Naked as this day were born
Torn heart's broken again.

And they cry and they lie and they curl up and die.
Feelings are reeling.
They're strung on balloons.
Cascades of lust as we're shooting the moon.

Wearing nothing but Sunday on Monday.
(C) LIVVI

Mother Earth
I salute you.
Please revel in my salutations,
Earth you are my mother,
Not my mother of skin and bone.
Without you precious Mother Earth,
there would be no human birth,
no breath of man,
or woman's kiss,
no infants would be born.

Without you Earth.
We would not be,
Maybe somewhere in the reaches of the universe,
another galaxy, maybe, we could have found our feet.
This poem's not a fantasy,
it's real,

Let's look after mother,
regardless of colour,
regardless of creed,
Look after our mother,
Earthly inhabitants we must all agree.
(C) Livvi

Singing songs of loneliness in a room without a view.
A world so full of similar.
No one who's familiar.
Not familiar enough of course.
Where the hell are you?
(C) LIVVI

And now I sink.
A feeling of deeply drifting.
Wrapped in warmth.
In Hugs of love.
Am I on drugs.

No In a dream.
I always dream.
Love is but a mere fantasy.
Liquid sunshine beats on my window.
Yet again.

Perhaps a breath of fresh air.
A spot of cobweb extraction.
The feisty rain is lifting me.
Up from my drifting kip.
Before I sink again.


My eyes are closing now.
As a bud they're shutting tight!
Goodnight!
By ladylivvi1

© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Sir!

With a rod of iron he ruled.
Indignant arrogant.
A cursed teacher.
A ******* king of cruelty.
Only king tyrannical.
And aged dinosaur.

Respect he required.
Needed.
Desired.
He cared not.
For egotistical ******* was he.
If you were small in personality.
Your life, he'd make a perfect misery.

In **** expulsion.
His **** would hit the wall.
Along with loaded blackboard rubber.
Papers, they would hit the floor.
As he'd chuck you out the door.
Would chuck his rabid rantings all around the room.
The anally extirpate master of raw doom.



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

They went skinny dipping,
when the sky laid heavy and warm,
in bare naked exposure,
night swimming,
in the moonlight bright
she found herself the golden one,
he was a tired diamond,
tired to death of life,
he peeled shells from nutmegs,
which he dutifully crushed,
a sorry occupation,
and he blushed,
the non-conformist nutmeg,
just a little spicy,
he hung them out to dry,
swung from the boughs of the sweet chestnut tree,
shouted so loud,
that his voice became hoarse,
the man who played conkers,
that old chestnut,
the horse one,
picked up his conkers,
my God,he was bonkers,
(C) Livvi

A night spent with the invisible man.
No-one ever sees him.
He hangs like a nuclear shadow,
Blasted hard, as if an imprint on the the city walls.
He's just a little chap.
Made of out of tissue paper.
With a scarlet painted smile.
One rip, split lip.
Some fool left the window open.
The silly fellow blew away.
He was a little fickle.
Fancied a bit of slap and tickle.
She tickled him.
He slapped her hard.
She slapped him back.
That was the last she heard of him.
(C) LIVVI