Home to work Work to home The deep winter nights Like being in an enormous fairground with many different lights

International Women’s Day Just happens to be my birthday We went to a posh restaurant today A rare event

Mr Fox is sat reading his favourite poetry book Wearing his reading glasses due to his short sightedness

Everywhere I turn I see the dripping liquid gold Everywhere the raindrops of liquid gold fall We are covered in liquid gold

I am your Yorkshire Rose You smell my sweet aroma You cover me in roses My handsome thorn your word’s truly touch me

Bygone times Bygone days Someone’s memory Now passed down for every generation to remind and to tell

Swinging forwards Swinging back Always channel hopping Always landing on a cookery programme On every channel Overrun

Moving backwards Moving forwards Life speeding past Around this race track

How I wish I owned a little glass salt pot With candy pink salt Where button flowers grow

A Consultant Private Detective made of ultimate fictional fantasy His one truly great arch enemy No other than Professor Moriarty

The world is having a change of mind A change of heart We are fed through the earth’s media line We are changing to a new norm Informatio

The world is not just black and white Not as straight as a dime The world isn’t flat No need to grip on by our fingertips

Saving Christmas Rushing to join the gigantic queues To vaccinate you Against every form of Covid Too many to name

Dead end The end of the road It is the last sign Shattered by bullets It’s the end of the earth

My Christmas present has travelled far Chosen from pictures on a bright electric screen Modern technology With love from you to me

How I miss sparkles and glamour How I miss glitter and shiny These are not the colourful jewels I can feel and touch

The world is upside down Wrong way around I am lost I am found That poetic sound rings in my ear Piercing They sing to me

As I tentatively take a step forward Are we pushed? Do we tumble? Do we fall? Now we’re just knocking on the door

As l look at you I see a mirror image of me I see the good The bad The happiness

The poetry rap I’m just sitting here Totally word bored I can’t think of anything to write