I sometimes rude the day I was born
She is a  passion model
I liked her address last week
Do you like my lapse?
I  just wish I could be borne
My hare looks rather dreadful today
My buzzard is not nice to men
Why can’t a computer escape from your lap?
Buzz ’em again
Do you reel and need insurance? Don’t waste any longer
What a fuss about No Thing
We  lasted right through Lent and abstained from coffee till  Rita
Is this MY last supper?
I love engineering and trousers.Can I be a woman  in hell?
I used to like an atlas.Then it was buoys.Then I got horrid and had to keep  my husband in  bottles  with no hot water
I  marred a man forever
I bowt a cushion int’ parkit
Free food  and drink now

Grief  and love are linked by  metal chains
Imagination cannot  foresee change
When love’s killed, its ghost will haunt  and blame

In our wanderings through our mind’s domains
The furniture  will need to be arranged
Rage and love are linked by a  steel chain

The mind itself can change the human brain
The one most strong may be the one insane
When love dies, its shadow will  remain

The hate of loss , the savage mark of Cain
The rational one can  almost  be deranged
Grief  and love are linked by a  steel chain

What is lost will  heal in its due time
Murderous love   comes from the most estranged
When love’s killed its  ghost will  cause  much pain

Suffering most acute is  in its  place
Chronic losses cause a pale strained face
Grief  and love are linked by a  gold chain
When love’s killed, its ghost will haunt  and blame