Life of art Tate to tarts modern farts Vincent van Gogh it broke his heart
island of gentle decay time capsule still lost world of its own time the detritus way of life whirlpool tidal races
drink thy wine to a fine dine in the three blackbirds with blueberry pie red rose to a prose to see the mary rose
Remain the old clock of thee old tower with all his might still a old battle site Cromwell still in the fight
for thee fall in the lurking lake move me like morning cakes books and food summer pain knock me down my heart in vain lord take me to thy resting place
Mr plump and mr plimp to meet and have tea by the sea they both stink not had a wash
Whence we go as far to thy door to shop on the floor have a drink at the bar And find a movie star
deep heart tears i miss thee groans of pains not to see thee dark despair
to a bairns cuddle doon to a misty moon tis a home poet from the toon remember the miners
There are bridges. to cross and the way is long but a purpose in life will make you strong
Look up to skies black dire dirty lock doors and chains knock me down heart i wake lord what is this destitute place piercing body pains for abates
Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare
past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world
In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said
Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain