The day he moved out was terrible - That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn't a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well.
Loss
And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful, if you're single.
A Christmas Poem
My true love hath my heart and I have hers We swapped last Tuesday and felt quite elated But now whenever one of us refers To 'my heart' things get rather complicated.
In April one seldom feels cheerful; Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful; Clairvoyants distress me, Commuters depress me— Met Stetson and gave him an earful.
