Emotions

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.