Golden cells of honeycomb
that tastes sweetly on your lips...

When I was just a child
my mother said to me...

There's a crab sat in my sandwich
or so my dear husband said...

As I walked over mossy plains
across much traveled rich terrains...

Orange blossom showers
On organza silk...

A golden light filled up my heart
when I set eyes on you...

On a mission, to lose weight
but my will is weak indeed...

Mistress Jane
full of determination...

I type all day, and answer phones.
Just one of many, standard clones...

The moon is high, on velvet skies,
As I stand here, in wolf like guise...