Fairy tales and lullabies
how I love those golden eyes...

A game or two of chess ago
I sat across a worthy foe...

This belt I wear holds up my pants
and comes off in one circumstance...

These hands I see are long and thin
Soft yet firm with silken skin...

A wife and husband sat alone,
quietly on wood and stone...

Cluttered in a mannerly sense,
thrown across scattered contents...

Waxen White as fluffy clouds
the fly bursts through its egg...

Notorious to the dim-wit that tries,
Openly stating his half-witted lies...

The object of maturity
does not lie in seniority...

Pens are not the only thing
that cannot be erased...

A small offset picture frame,
tilted to a certain aim...

A meek and humble fisherman,
Silently he lay...