When A Poem Doesn't Work,

There Are So Many Kinds Of Awful Men One Can't Avoid Them All. She Often Said She'd Never Make The Same Mistake Again: She Always Made A New Mistake Instead.

My Heart Has Made Its Mind Up And I’m Afraid It’s You. Whatever You’ve Got Lined Up, My Heart Has Made Its Mind Up And If You Can’t Be Signed Up This Year, Next Year Will Do. My Heart Has Made Its Mind Up And I’m Afraid It’s You.

I Used To Think All Poets Were Byronic Mad, Bad And Dangerous To Know. And Then I Met A Few. See Lamb 486:25.

When A Poem Doesn't Work, The First Question To Ask Yourself Is, 'am I Telling The Truth?'

Bloody Christmas, Here Again, Let Us Raise A Loving Cup, Peace On Earth, Goodwill To Men, And Make Them Do The Washing Up.