And That's When It Fell

He Has A Song In His Heart For Me. I Hope It Is Not "shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

There He Is, Tall, Tanned, Italian, Sophisticated. So What Do You Do?" I Said, "er, Leap On Him And Snog Him Within An Inch Of His Life? Taking Care Not To Strangle Myself On His False Beard, Or Disturb His Banana.

My Cousin Georgia Says That Boys Are Like Gazelles. She Says The Get Alarmed When They Get Close To Girls. And They Have To Leap Off Into The Woods Like Gazelles In Trousers. Or Have I Just Made That Up?

This Soft Grass Suggests 'softness' To Me, But Also At The Same Time 'lying-down-ness'.

Out On The Moors, The Lonely Moors, I Roll Around In Sheep Poo. Heathcliff, It's Youuuuu, I Hate You, I Love You Tooooo. Let Me In, I'm Here, It's Meeeee, Catheeeeeeee. Look Out Of Your Windooooow.