Her She doesn’t get personal, Although, She can still be emotional, Whilst getting her point across, No name calling, No bitching, No throwing back in peoples faces, Just honest, And for that, I truly love her.

Much More To #life Pour a coffee, Light a cigarette, Add more coffee, Its not home time yet. The turmoil’s and decisions, Of a normal working day, Shall it be tuna or chicken for lunch? With a cappuccino or café au late? Eating in or out? Out I think, I’m fed up of their faces, All pretence and showing off, Make believe airs and graces. It wears you down, it really does, Acting in this play, Don’t bear a grudge to anything, Allow the meaningless to have their say. For what they don’t know, Unlike you and me, There is more to #life, Like our Spouses, our friends and family. Work most definitely is not, The purpose of this #life, There is so much more to enjoy, Far more than this work shite.

Spike Tribute On the bing, bang, yike! I love a bit of Spike, And all the monkeys say so should you! There's a vase, a bin, a shed, Get his books! Get them read! He'll become your favourite too! In the present and past tense, I love a bit of nonsense, Read "Unspun socks" with a brew! So it's Bing, Bang, Yike! I love a bit of Spike, A vase, a bin, a shed, Get his books! Get them read! Present and past tense, I love a bit of nonsense! Oh it's like a song, Is the Ning, Nang, Ning, Nang, Nong!!

Dying Butterflies The butterflies are dying slowly, Our love is but an echo, Wanting to be together, Has become tiresome and slow. Although I love you dearly, And you mean the world to me, I feel we’ve lost the magic, The cost of us has submitted its fee. Everything seems normal, Living together is fine, Yet things seem so different, You are no longer solely mine. I can not help but feel, This is not long to last, If you are going to leave me, Please make it easy and fast. I don’t want to be waiting, For you to come back home, I will need time to adjust, Being single, on my own. Remember this about me, I didn’t want you to go, There was still mileage in this love, Yet still, carry on must the show.

In My Opinion If what you read, Is what you believe, Then surely this can’t be bad, But if you have questions which go unasked, And on making an opinion you always pass, Then surely #life must be sad.