I fear he led me up the garden wrath.My father was in the shed.
I really miss my dad for seeing off villains…laconically smoking a woodbine and wearing a flat cap… or the cat lying flat.
He only wanted my online virginity.He was the first and last cruiser on my blog.Now I have rowing boats or canoes,so much gentler
I guess a tiger would protect me… or eat me.That’s the drawback to weapons of lass destruction.
Leave me a bone tonight.I have to chew things over
How my heart sings 
Brilliant!
Thank you,Gill.I love writing nonsense if I am not into a poem.It’s playing