Better half could better see
A better you, to better me
You are my reason to try
The only one to make me cry
Better still and best of all
A better friend to break my fall
Love speaks exactly what it see's
Without that loves just fantasy
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It's 7pm and all's not well
We hoped tonight that you'd sleep....well
now the clock says half past 8
And your still in an awful state
It's 10pm and all's not well
Even the neighbours can tell
That your not happy and don't want sleep
And your groaning is piercing deep
It's the witching hour and all's not well
Your cryings really hard to quell
It's quickly turning into screaming
But your eyes are closed, are you dreaming?
It's 2am and all's not well
There really is an awful smell
I guess I'll have to change your bum
Maybe i should ask your mum
It's 3am and all's not well
You settled for a little spell
But feline squabbles over scraps
Woke you up...it feels pure crap
It's 4am and all's not well
I'm trying to stifle a yell
Told you to shhhh it's time to sleep
You shhhh'd me back and threw your sheep
It's 5am and all is well
we survived another night in hell
Time to nap and get a fix
Shame we have to get up at 6.
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She's always right
and loves to smile
when you are wrong
and in denial.
She'll always get you in the end
no matter how you may defend.
You'll never change
the way she says
That she writes the rules,
she runs the plays.
In matters of her heart
you're already winning by taking part.
You'll never own a Kitten
Not even for a day
But if you treat them well,
there's a chance that they might stay.
This might seem tough, it may seem hard
but what is plain to see.
Is that there's nothing quite as sweet
as love that's given free.
The fickle monkey at the gate
Has got me in an awful state
For what gained me access minutes before
Wont get me in there any more
You can keep your cigarettes and alcohol
You can keep your red-bush tea
When I need a pick me up
There is just one thing for me
It’s as plentiful as sand on beaches
As rare as pixie hair
The trouble is like busses
When you need one it’s never there
It’s dressed in cherubic snot filled garb
And spewed out through the air
And although you cannot see it
You know it’s always there.
So can I have one little man
Let me see you squirm and wriggle
I need it to see me through the day
Please give me one more giggle.