Darks as the clouds rain deep in my brow pitter-patter on the ground wind swept umbrella flying around

Remain the old clock of thee old tower with all his might still a old battle site Cromwell still in the fight

The curse of humanity to bear thy sick art limp rabbit’s in fields i so cry displeasure in thee to live in thy plain

Hold my hands so i can stand my legs no more also very sore sorry to be a bore

sir Andrew wood knighted by a king for battle won under the sun history will

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

Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain

a soldiers to be wears with pride for all to see in my uniform to serve my country

Down sir matt busby way Stretford red devils play George best here to stay red blood on his shirt scores a goal in the dirt

Poeticous your so delicious hope your not malicious write a poem for thy own walk the winding road story’s of young and old

oh you wander to see i bright spark tis a singing lark on a tree in the park walk around the estate

Institute of contemporary arts down the mall by green park Buckingham palace looks bright shinning like big wheel in the nig… white marble stands victoria pride

Piper to a band dance in the sand to a one man band lochlan mor lived by the shore

deep heart tears i miss thee groans of pains not to see thee dark despair

Fairy dairy hairy peter pan no fairy magic wand i stand go like hand in hand red and blue so true