She tickled high society with arias of giggles

My disease is in a flair…

Beware the false tranquility of this Azure extravaganza…

She didn’t think of him,

He simply wandered in and out of her psyche,

Once upon a night

Under a disco moon.

He smoulders.

She shivers.

When people act like righteous shits

Pass on the blame and act like gits,

Needs a whack on the bum

The jukebox is blasting, free periods, break time,

Boules de Berlin filled with jam in our mouths.

Go ahead, make my day.

May it devour you

What sort of people burgle old people? What the hell?

I never knew how much I loved you…

You couldn’t call at half past six

I wouldn’t talk, I’d get quite pissed!

Polite, I held the lift door…

But I wrote anyway…

There was a man who loved fake tan,

An orange lout, American.

Also, I’m far too nice.

Sunscreen de rigueur

“When our brains rush past our feet, we often end up in the sheet.”