he caterpillar was catapulted out of bed He landed in a hedge On his little head He was hungry He had not been fed

The elegant model in the art studio The full life model made of clay Her swirling dress of clay ribbons

Please please help me! I want to escape from this magnificent tree It is dragging me down It has swallowed me Please please help me

The Fully Clothed Poet is the persona of Toria Toria chose me to be The Fully Clothed Poet Similar coloured hair The similarities almost en

A fireball of passion A ball of intense heat It’s passion and beauty crosses around the galaxy

As she cried I felt her tears I couldn’t wipe them through the screen I wanted to feel her tears in my hands

I wanted to see between the lines The lines become blurred They become entwined It’s hard to distinguish

A brand new dance A brand new beat Some new dance grooves

I am the burnt flower You hold me close to your heart in your hardworking dirty charcoal hands I once bloomed brightly in the shining sun

We had a day out To the Zoo We did the A to Z

Always remember Make art Not war

All my life I was missing a jigsaw piece I always felt a bit of the jigsaw was missing

From my diary A little poem did grow I’d written quite a few Someone suggested I post you

I’m trying to make my great escape I’m being held behind these painted bars Against my will I can only just see through

hat Will Shakespeare Always ahead of the rest His head above the parapet His humour, romance and death His written words

A flurry of models Who all can take a pose Stunning looks Stunning haircuts

Be a bit out there So beautifully unique Not everyone’s cup of tea If we were all the same How boring that would be

The maid She had such a busy day She had so much to do So many crinkle crisps

Every working day I get stuck in the shredder I need my umbrella I try to find a way out

Such precision it takes A surgical procedure takes place Such a perfect pastry A perfect filling Mince, carrots, onions and peas