Outside, the sea was black, as was the night,
All was quiet, just a lonely, fisherman’s light,
As unseen waves washed the unseen shore,
So my thoughts grew graver, more and more.

The black, though so peaceful, was tinged with gloom,
A wistful solitude hovered in my room,
And I thought of us till the lamp was gone,
Then waited in silence for the light at dawn.

Tapping ******* pane
Rain trying to get inside
But entry denied

Falling fast asleep
Mind takes off for foreign lands
Dreams and nightmares here

Each of us entered this world
Totally **** as a wintered tree
A bundle of nerves and emotions
And all worldly knowledge free

Each of us will leave this world
Perhaps clothed as a summered tree
Still a bundle of nerves and emotions
Knowledge gained or knowledge free

His charcoal black eyes seemed slightly near,
A twiggy grin spread from ear to ear,
A light frost covered his carrot nose,
With his branchy arms in open pose.

A red coloured hat sat on his head,
While a soft rope was his belt instead,
A yellow wool scarf lay on his chest,
The snowman did look his handsome best.

But with the hot sun he would go down,
And his melting face would wear a frown,
Then one evening he would soon be gone,
Turned to a bundle of snow forlorn.

I saw him sitting on the shelf,
A little cheeky ten-inch elf,
He saw me and he smiled,
He was a little mild,
And then he disappeared himself.

Who rode the ****-horse to Banbury Cross,
Didn't see the fine lady and white horse,
For she had just fallen on hard times and …

the finger rings and toe bells from her feet
had been sold to everyone she could meet,
And it also happened during this time …

The two dozen black birds baked in a pie,
Had all survived and none of them did die;
So then when it was quite near dinner time …

When the pie was opened before the king,
The birds flew away, none wanted to sing,
And the king disgusted, then decided  …

To go to the house and count  his money
But had  heart attack from stress and worry,
In the meantime in the royal kitchen …

While eating her bread and honey the queen,
Ate too much and has never more been seen;
So does this tale have a decent ending …

Well, the sixpence song has a happy turn,
Because the queen's maid in the king's garden,
Who had finished hanging out all the clothes …

Did have the last laugh and the final word,
When she got her nose back from old black bird.