I can see the smokey pink rose I smell the scent I go to touch a petal I reach outer

Marquis de Rabbit The famous Artist of the Rat Artist The rat has flare He wears a pair of red Doc Martins He wears a black beret

Tonight in the moonlight and purple sky I held the moon in my hand It was amazing and a beautiful sight

Tonight you bled Your eyes bloodshot You must be burning hot A fierce temperature You cry tears The bloody red moon

I looked up to the golden pink sky To find a face smiling at me It had a cheeky grin Two funky eyebrows The golden moon was an Adam’s Apple

I live in fantasy land Nothing is as it seems My living room has a mind of its own My magical picture on the wall Of the rough stormy se

I am a White Rose of Yorkshire I stand tall and bloom in the sun I entice the bee to pollen me He wants my scent Us redheads are a rarity

The disco ball The dancing dress Prince Charming in my arms We have reached the top We won the title

Today I did some art therapy To distract from my terrible pain This paper was just plain I got some pens and drew 3 picture frames

I walked down the path I looked at the white wall All of a sudden a garden mural appears As I touched the wall with my fingertips

I am one of a trillion or more Identical yellow rubber ducks waiting to be bought As I make my way to the top of the yellow rubber duck pit

Please excuse the cliche The inner child in me Grew curious and curiouser I stood on the steps I took a sip of elderberry fizzy water

There are no words to say No words to convey How grateful we are There’s been bad days There’s been sad days There’s no words to convey

In my dreams I could never have dreamt you Yet when I saw you My handsome Tomcat

Alison’s Flowers

Mary’s Style Picture

Adrian’s Yorkshire

I want to block out the world

The man in the moon The moon had lost its sparkle and was covered in moon dust The stars looked grey, dull and lacklustre

Mickey Mouse The Masked Raider With your evil grin and pointy teeth I love the dentistry Your pointy teeth