The chess champion Fell in love with his pawn. The master of games, Couldn’t leave her alone. He spun her around, While she had no clue. She was simply a person That he liked to use.

There were ten in the bed And Fiona said, “Roll over! Roll over!” So they all rolled over and Lisa fell out There were nine in the bed And Hal went and said, “Roll over! Roll over!” So they all rolled over And Vicky fell out There were eight in the bed And Denise said…

In Bed with Fiona Straws with lipstick Furry cups like tribbles Masked encounters and heart emojis A shebang except with Hal & Rupert Cheers to living & loving in times of Corona Cheers to living & loving in times of Corona In Bed with Fiona A shebang except with Hal & Rupert Straws with lipstick…

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it… If you are home alone and Facebook isn’t there, do you make a sound? and when you do, make a sound, but no one is there to hear it, does it make a difference? And when you are home alone…

I hear that bleach ingested Or 90 per cent alcohol Consumed, with Ultra Violet rays and xrays injected? Can cleanse our systems From the degradation And gross malaise Which has descended Upon us. Chloroquine and maybe Intense heat? Just give it a go Despite the head shaking Of advisors, all in a row, Observing their…

Ugly-ish salmon colours Birds on wallpaper- Carpet over hardwood floors Radio same colour My purple towels gone My bed moved What is that gap in wall? Leads to another space of stuff My towels, my purple towels are here I ask for them back I say i might move the bed as the position not…

I woke up this morning pinched my arm I can feel I’m still here I’m still alive I make my earl gray tea Joni Mitchell’s “Woodstock” song on my mind “We are Stardust We are golden and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the Garden” I want to get ourselves back to the Garden…

“People in the west are waiting to live “that was Billy liar, When the kettle is boiled I’ll sit and relax When I’m not so tired I’ll go for a walk When I retire I will write a book When the viruses over – if it’s ever over I’ll go back on the road Will…

Perhaps we should love ourselves so fiercely that when others see us, they know exactly how it should be done

My missing socks where do they go? I put them in the wash and count them before I dry them but when dryer is done and I start to fold it never fails at least one is gone. It’s nothing to do with covid it started long ago. Even with a new dryer…I still don’t…