Tuesday, December 27, 2011



Ooh my giddy god god,
Vat am I saying please, isn't it ??

An echo falls,
Of one who laughed,
Of one who japed.
A time of merriment,
Come and gone, returned ?

Years rolled by,
Why ?
We talk no more,
Sadly I,
Would love to fool, for you.

Desolate the source,
You are the Ebro queen.
As if I could forget,
Your spirit in my dream.