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 with it is

Finally one more chance

With no screw on it

For success

Indeedy you care

No regrets

We're a small home square

Without a nail

Running so wild

On the jog

Why oh Why oh Why I know

I must go

I am dancing

I am singing

I am floating

In a garden

In Words Words Words

Words Words Words

Round wooden pegs

At the back

I can plant

A lot of my problems

So nice there

It's a right nice one

Will come upon wits end

I will see in deep

On someday

On a Sunday night messages

Just smelling great

On a strand

Ah, my poem

Returning to dig it

At my doorway

At the back

Really blooming