Shorts - a little compendium of "in the works"

Always

 

There will always be a little bit,

The smallest little slice,

Of me that's forever grateful 

That I have you in my life.

There are reminders every day;

Of you and me & me and you,

In everything I see and touch,

And taste and hear and do.

 

 

Epitaph

Bless this man for he is dead,

Because I hit him on the head

And so this soil is now his bed

I'm glad it's him, not me instead.

 

 

 

You Are What You Eat

I quite like eating apples

I had one for my tea

It wasn't very filling so,

I ate a further three.

I even ate all of the pips,

Now I'm an apple tree!