I must go down to the sea again,

I’m walking backwards for Christmas,It’s the only thing for me.I’ve tried walking sideways,And walking to the front,But people just look at me,And say it’s a publicity stunt.I’m walking backwards for Christmas,To prove that I love you.An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleenFrom Dublin Galway Bay.He longed for her arms,But she spurned his charms,And sailed o’er…

What kind of pencil shall I use?2B or not 2B?

Keep those drip dry eyes straight aheadA tree? Chop it down- it’s a dangerto lightning!Pansies calling for water,Let ’em die- queer bastards-Seek comfort in the scarlet, laboursaving plastic roseFresh with the frangrance of Daz!Sunday! Pray citizen;Pray no rain will fallOn your newly polishedFour wheeledGodEnvoiBeauty is in the eye of the beholderGet it out with Optrex

The lush of the river singing morning songsFish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.The grey-green pike lances upstreamKale, like mermaid’s hairpoints the water’s drift.All is morning hushand bird beautiful.I only,I didn’t have flu.

Be it deathSo each passing minute with youPendulummed with sadness.So many timesI looked long into your face.I could hear the clock ticking.

and the monkeys all say BOO!There’s a Nong Nang NingWhere the trees go Ping!And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.On the Nong Ning NangAll the mice go ClangAnd you just can’t catch ’em when they do!So its Ning Nang NongCows go Bong!Nong Nang NingTrees go pingNong Ning NangThe mice go ClangWhat a noisy place to…