I CAN BURY A LOT OF PROBLEMS THERE

At my doorway

At the back

Really blooming

You may ask

And I may say

In some delay

I never had much

Now i have something

Nothing but of late

Flowing with it

O' well let's roll it is

Finally one more chance

With a-screw on it

For success

Indeedy you care

No regrets

We are a small home

Running so wild

On the jog

Why oh Why oh Why know

I must go

I am dancing

I am singing

I am floating

In a garden

In Words Words Words

Words Words Words

At the back

I can plant

A lot of my problems

So nice there

It's a right nice one

Will come up wits end

I will see in deep

On someday

On a Sunday night

Just smelling great

On a strand

Ah, my poem

Returning to

At my doorway

At the back

Really blooming