Love your hat
love your shoes
love your collection
of Winnie the Poos
Love your feet
love your hands
love your taste
in 60's bands
Love your mouth
love your ears
love your willingness
to drink my beers
Love your elbows
love your knees
love your fondness
for cream teas
Love your nose
love your chin
love your chair
you're sitting in
Love your hair
love your socks
love your passion
for picking locks
Love your wisdom
love your words
love your singing
when you feed the birds
Love your teeth
love your spine
love your carpet
where you spilt the wine
Love your music
love your laugh
love your marks
around my bath
Love your ankles
love your car
love your light
my little star.
Thursday, 30 August 2007
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
When the Moon was Alive
When the moon was alive
It danced all night
And gave those pixies
A delightful sight.
When the moon was alive
You could go to the store
And buy some moonbeams
To light up your floor.
When the moon was alive
It howled with the dogs
Then leapt in the water
To croak like the frogs.
When the moon was alive
Everything was better
The sky was more blue
And water was wetter.
The night the moon died
God got the sack
The angels flew off
And all went black.
It danced all night
And gave those pixies
A delightful sight.
When the moon was alive
You could go to the store
And buy some moonbeams
To light up your floor.
When the moon was alive
It howled with the dogs
Then leapt in the water
To croak like the frogs.
When the moon was alive
Everything was better
The sky was more blue
And water was wetter.
The night the moon died
God got the sack
The angels flew off
And all went black.
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