I know you only see the good in me You give me a golden halo You give me beautiful feathered white wings

Miss Piggy the biggest little diva She always takes centre stage She has a gigantic fan base She has a million, little glamorous dresses

Every day we play We do not realise it We take our chances We make our choices Our fate already dealt The stakes are now much higher

Lost in a world that still has secrets that remain unfound Lost in a language and time Lost in the words that pass through my mind

I love the open road Travelling far Travelling slow On the open road I call home

A cow on the washing line I looked up I looked a second time I looked again Was I seeing things?

The writing is on the hopscotch black floor Written with white powered chalk 1, 2, 3, 4 Sliced and diced Like a throw of a dice

The sunset is held in my gentle hands I hold the beaming sun So near Calming flowing ripples Clear Holding the sun with my fingertips

The rat race We are in our enclosed case Are we an experiment The virus Such a cull

The dark story fairytale continues on with these weak turncoats fighting to be King Jousting every day These turncoats numbers quickly red

By day she is serene Dressed in petal green She is the yoga fairy She takes the fairy class every day She starts with the eagle pose

I feel like I’m in the film Ghostbusters Yet, I’m only armed with my rechargeable hoover No fancy silver Ghostbusters rucksack eliminator

In my dreams, I take a ride into the deep psychedelic sky My ride held up by the deep diamond stars The night carries me

Saturday shopping trip Waiting for the rain that did not come Just another trip around the supermarket Everything has gone up

Cat in a Fishbowl has found a new home

Graham and Darren Many things come to mind Their life is definitely about having a good time It must be holiday time again

A popping candy Popsicle Beautifully colourful with rings of blue, red and white Such an ice cold delight I see fury teddy bear eggs

One day your life rivers will flow for one last day Unbeknown to you Your personality, warmth and love Already have done their swan song

Her porcelain face, may eventually crack As her clay tears, do gracefully fall Her fragile face is full of expression

Another dark story fairytale has only just begun It feels like we have lived in a falsehood story fantasy land