These be the verses

Ate the last of the Marmite this morning. It is probably about to be the weekend At the time of my writing you this note.

We journey apart in the night, Though we appear to lie On this same mattress, Like two bodies on a raft.

All that you know is through me.

Too good to be true Is the adage that comes to mind In a North Devon village;

Some images are original, Primary, like colours.

Days of painting it will take To cover it up. What on Earth Possesses a man to paint a room This colour, and a bathroom at that?