Love Is A Many Trousered

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

As She Left My Room I Knew I Should Shut Up. But You Know When You Should Shut Up Because You Really Should Just Shut Up...but You Keep On And On Anyway? Well, I Had That.

I Will Not Have Him In My Brain;there Is No Room For Anyone Else In The Cakeshop Of Agony. It's Crowded Enough In There Already.

What If You Were Really Meant To Be With Someone? But You Kept Messing About And Having The Horn And So On And You Lost Them.

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