Par-Tea Time

Tea for two and two for tea
What a splendid day for you and me
A rainbow pours from the spout
Phantasmagorical! I shout
The suns beams form our table
What delight to be part of this mythical fable
The cupcakes are dancing with the spoons
I make icing angels and chocolate moons
The scones are filling themselves with custard
The joker appears and jumps right off his card
I offer him a cloud of nine
Tea is served right on time

The Muddled Mechanics

I find the truth in lies
My fantasy world is real
There is life in death
Is that so surreal?
When it is dark I will shine
When I am numb I can feel
There is noise but I am deaf
This is how I've learned to heal

Poor little fishy

The shallower it gets the more my poignant anxiety rises and my body is restricted whilst I am turbulently flipping about gasping for air.

When pride gets in the way.

The hare's explanation of his race with the turtle was so overly exaggerated by his egotistical pride that he had forgotten to tell me the end result of his true failure.