My heart feels like a boiling sea confined.
Bring the teapot, I’ve grown tired of rhymes.
I went to the writing shop today
I bought ten pens my laptop has gone grey
My heart is not a warship on sick pay
Put me on some medicine I pray
Her eyes are like two pools of of water dull .
The words she utters are well-known in Hull
My heart is aching get the Algipan
Rub it on my boson if you canv
Can a spasm of rage kill an old man?
Her eyes closed and she seems to sleep again.
I’ve stilll not made my mind up it’s my brain
There’s nothing worse than a le creuset pan.
