I was home alone..
Reading a letter under a candle light...
It’s 3am and all through the house;
Not a creature is stirring...
Back then Admiral Hornblower controlled
all the coast of Spain where he waylaid...
Blip..... Blip.... pinkle plonk...
electric sounds are my bane...
My Grandma Grey has a secret..
I discovered it quite by chance...
On a mission, to lose weight
but my will is weak indeed...
To my brilliant doctor
I asked...
Should I write a poem,
That uses all my brain...
Evolution has my
Gratitude for...
as Jesus walked on
water he began to feel...
Order appears to be
a loose concept in Cairo...
Dry my skin, burn eyes
get gritty inside my shoes...