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Love Bug

I’ve been bitten by the love bug,

It pierced me in the eye.

I saw you and my legs went weak,

And I began to sigh.

 

A rosy rash began to spread.

It started on my ear.

For as we spoke, the things you said,

Reverberated in my head.

 

Then my hands began to itch,

And the only way to ease them

Was to let our fingers intertwine

With our bodies in between them.

 

The love bug is contagious,

Now my girlfriend has it too.

Time will out, if it’s wrong or right

Meanwhile I’ll say, I do

TEMPER

You warned me about your temper

I thought you were making a joke

I remembered your words months later

When my bones and heart you broke

 

Mostly you were quiet and gentle

You described yourself as kind

Nice, as nice, as nice can be

Until, you changed your mind

 

Then you became a monster

Cruel and without remorse

It wasn’t your fault, it was your temper

You’d warned me about it, of course

 

I don’t know why I took you back

When you begged and cried and pleaded

Maybe I felt sorry cos your life was so sad

Maybe, I wanted to be needed?

 

So then I had to pay the price

Of loving Jekyll and Hyde

It was a painful, brutal, mercifully short

Roller-coaster ride

 

I see you’re online dating,

Advertising for somebody new

You say you’re solvent, single and hot

The problem is, you’re still you.

DATING, MATING & EXTRICATING

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You’re too aggressive Julia,

In a place that I like sweet

So although I’m very fond of you

I really must retreat.

 

You’re a people pleaser Audrey,

I prefer a truthful place.

So in terms of trusting you

It will never be the case.

 

I enjoyed our fling Katarina,

We had a bit of fun.

You seem to think this ‘affair’ will last,

I’m telling you now…we’re done.

 

I waited for you Linda,

You decided not to try.

You loitered about in Neverland

And let our relationship die.

 

There’s only one person in your life

And that dear Doretta is you.

So although you’re gorgeous, stylish and fun

I’m afraid to say…we’re through

 

Sara was a clinging vine

That wrapped around my life.

I found I had to radically prune

Her plan of being my wife.

 

You struggled to love me Angela

It released a demon within.

I hope you’re in a better place.

Rather, than no win.

 

One weekend away with Dawn,

Drove me to the brink.

We tried to cover up the cracks,

With sex and drugs and drinks.

 

Tracey had a terrible temper

Her moods ranged far and wide

I got fed up of wondering if

She’d be Jekyll or Hyde

 

You were such a terrible lover Bea

The emotional damage was great.

But as a friend, you’re my very best.

All I had to do was wait.

Tall Tales for Fairies

Halloween Party invite

Promo photo for Halloween’s “spooky” INCITE at The Phoenix

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Here I am, the Faery Queen,

I’m very cruel and I’m very mean.

The fairy’s wings I like to tear,

And put sticky knots in Rapunzel’s hair.

 

I love to hear them scream in pain

All their sorrow becomes my gain.

I laugh to see them struggle and cry.

It warms my heart, I tell no lie.

 

I like to capture Bo Peep’s sheep

And turn them into chops.

So while she’s searching up and down

They’re hanging in the shops.

 

I poisoned Miss Tuffet’s curds and whey.

She was awfully sick, and suffered all day

I threw struggling Ding Dong down the well,

That ridiculous cat…did you think it fell?

 

Come boys and girls and sit on my knee,

I’ll show you how good being bad can be

Come be my plaything, we’ll have such fun

I just need to bind you so you can’t run

 

I’ll make you tremble, pant and drool

Relieve you of every moral rule

I am your Queen – you obey my will

I’ll show you no mercy…oooh what a thrill

Coming Out Kiss

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It was that kiss that did it.

Blew away my misconceptions about lads,

About fancying them that is…

About wanting to be their ‘girlfriend’.

 

Tracey was trouble with a capital T.

Tall, tempestuous, a truant and a tease.

She cut a swathe through all the boys,

Discarded them like broken toys.

 

I was twelve, she was sixteen…

And a walking, talking living dream.

I was bored with secondary school,

I preferred dancing and playing the fool.

 

On that day she noticed me,

Said she’d teach me how to be

A femme fatale like she was.

The first lesson was kissing…