Shall I compare you to a winters day?
Before the beauty of the snow does melt away...

I was born of a Scottish mum,
And a father who was Irish...

Little precious things,
That need treated with care...

I need but one day.
Just one will do just nicely...

I am not very hairy at all
My head is rather smooth...

Why is it I am always drawn to it?
At what cost is what I seek...

Every autumn the roses fade away
And when they do, bees cease to fly...

Everyone has a place to hide
Somewhere secret somewhere safe...

Good morning 105
No reply as usual! unless you count the low...

I was quite happy in the meadow
Munching on that tender grass...

Time to go a wandering,
Catch a bus and brave the crowd...

Loved ones seem so close yet feel so so far away.
Only yourself to blame for this enforced state of...