Barren lands

Bereft of love

Need only tears

Tears are enough

To wash the soul

To nurture pain

To give rise

To all that drain

Happiness, but then

Happiness shall rise again

Happiness self fulfilled

To banish this drought of ills

Barren lands

Awash with joy

Tear filled, nurtured

Now fertile soil


Write my way to you

I’m going to write my way to you

If it’s the last thing i do

I will, it’s true


I’m going to write our happy ending

It’s on that my heart is depending

The love we’re both defending


So now i’m writing my way to you

Cos i know we’re not fools

And know the dream will be true



Bring me my slapstick

We’ll see how humorous it can be

As it brings squeals of delight

From both you and me

As each and every strike

Brings a smile and a laugh

As each and every strike

Leaves a mark upon your arse

Bring me my slapstick

Let’s cry tears of corporal bliss

As I warm your reddening rump

My chuckling little miss