If I could choose I’d be a plumber.

I like water to run in the summer.

But I can’t see very well

But please do not tell

I don’t like it when young people jabber

A student of classics loved Latin.

His head had a space where it sat in

But the hole in his head

Got filled up with lead.

Now he prefers being a cretin

There was a young lady from Barnet

Who kept all her cash in a hairnet.

But moths made holes larger

She lost her phone charger

So she imagined a note and then forged it

I am coming to visit you as my mother in law is is here.

I can come tomorrow but at 10 pm.Leave the window open.A night visit will perk you up.How are your stitches healing?

I would have come but my nails need cutting

I dyed my hair and it’s green.

Will it bother you? I will mow it now.

I have to buy some tobacco.Will the hospital shop have it?

The tree moves gently like a waiting ear

Trees don’t fight and so the have no fear

They cannot run away, they must be strong

Fear no evil for the day is long

Abstract trees don’t give us such repose.

The geometry of real is flawed as strong gales blow.

So it is with those we choose to love

The features form a whole,below,above