I feel like I’m back in a 1970’s film I don’t want to lose my flow Zooming in my own spaceship Sitting next to C3PO and Hans Solo

In the midnight hour I receive my secret power A poem whizzing in my head I must write it down before bed I can’t get it out of my head

Teddy on his travels around the world He such has a long way to go Down the rocky path Across the stream Following the road to his dream

Keep calm and hug your bear Every day your dependable bear will be there Through thick and thin Laughter and tears

Writers block As the corridor of my mind Springs open wide In the vast wilderness I try to find the words Every lost verse

As Teddy reads his history book A book about Teddy Bears From the very beginning To the present

If only I knew what words to say Fiddlesticks the ink and the paper just ran away

The natural colours of Iceland Do gracefully meet A blue rippling wash of the sea meets The crumbliest, blackest coal of this rarely seen

Air Control to all the aeroplanes Today, it is totally insane We have lost control of our own planes

The inked ballerina As her ballet ribboned shoes Touch the rippling inked water A beautiful silhouette Performing an elegant Pierette

A perfect place Mirrors reflect the wash of the sea In the dark shadows lies the golden sands

In my mind Imagination is mine Yet, you are so defined

My home Is where white roses grow Where the aromatic scent does flow Where I take you gently by the hand I guide you across Yorkshire

Birds of the big sky Red Arrows loop the loop As they flew Red, white and blue

As I return to a new life As death has now left me I take a swim In the deep blue sea My new life as a flamboyant fish My last dying wish

What happened to Disney World? When did the world turn on its head? When did Cinderella lose her precious glass slipper?

Lionesses fly Turning into beautiful angels in the midnight sky As stone gargoyles come alive The parapet can only surmise

Please don’t lock the door Let me in to this Earth I’ve only visited once before Please don’t lock me out

Lost but not forgotten in the swirling deep blue sea The mermaid of natural beauty One day she hopes to make the land home

As paper money falls like rain As it falls It slowly shrinks, devalues and deflates As it gradually fills those rich pockets first