Only Chloe

Oh, what’s the right gift for a Chloe?

It can’t be the same for a Joey?

It must be unique. It might need mystique.

It may even require something showy.

Mind the mess

 

Well, here we are in the mud

We tried to climb out with a thud

Estranged

It is written

If your brother is distressed 

Bout what you eat or drink

You’re not properly dressed

In the love you often think

Sudden passings

Beloved puppy beyond my reach

My beautiful companion 

I laughed so where now is my speech

How did I you abandon 

Toe-night

Nonight sweetheart, sleep tight tonight

Don’t forget to remember your tax could bite

Two be

We could be two

If you wanted to

New muddle

A kiss and a cuddle

For the first of the muddle

And a cat on your lap

So you can’t do it back

Mud

These footsteps that you left here

In my mud strewn mire

You trudged upon my year

To aid my coastline dire 

Honey

It's funny

Just seen her

It's sunny

To meet her

Crying

No use in crying

Watch her walk away

No point in pining

Watch them turn away