Does anyone think could Sharon Roe?
Does
anyone know does Anders Flo?
Would
anyone know will Davinda Singh?
Did
anyone ever feel a Sting?
Does anyone think could Sharon Roe?
Does
anyone know does Anders Flo?
Would
anyone know will Davinda Singh?
Did
anyone ever feel a Sting?
John Ellis worked hard
And
spent his leisure time
Pubbing
and Clubbing
Till
late
Very
late
This
night didn’t differ
When
he crawled into his pit
Much
the worse for drink
It
was late
Very
late
When
he awoke in the morning
Thick
head pounding
He
stared bleary eyed at the clock
It
was late
Very
late
Slowly
what he saw permeated the haze
Dawning
on him in the half light
And
he cursed
I’m
late
I’m
late
He
hurriedly scraped the ice
Then
when he got in the car
The
radio confirmed
He
was late
Very
late
He
was a safe driver normally
But
today he drove too fast
He
took too many chances
Because
he was late
Very
late
He
raced on to the motorway
Despite
the spray and patchy mist
He
raced on ever conscious
He
was late
Very
late
Bright
red lights
Pierced
through the mist suddenly
He
braced himself and braked
Too
late
Too
late
His
mangled body sat motionless
In
the tangle of mangled metal
And
his life ebbed away
Late,
late
The
late John Ellis
In relation to a woman
And
I know this is tough
No
matter how much you do
A total lack of fitness
Is
among my many woes
But
I’m sure if God intended me
To
repeatedly touch my toes
I
think he would have put them
You’ll find differences and comparisons
Quite
interesting concepts
i.e.
between a rut and a grave the difference
Is simply the depth
Love is in truth
Merely
the delusion
That
one woman differs
The wise man and the fool
Are hand in glove
Impossible to distinguish
When
they fall in love