Would there be an answer
To her prayers?
Would anyone touch her life
Who really cared?
Or would she grow to realise the best
Times were spent alone
On cold worn steps.
Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard
So, I tell you what...how about YOU don't tell me when it's the right time to put my tree up and I won't tell all of you pyrotechnical premature ejaculates to stick your fireworks in an orifice of my choosing when you're frightening the shite out of my dog weeks before bonfire night, which is bad enough in itself!