Unsettled, I have staggered on,

Fragile, broken, mending,

Fluffing tattered feathers,

Of course, we never went even once went there to work out, although I remember using the pool and the jacuzzi. I also recall using the tanning booth quite a bit, because Mr. Super-Hot - whose name was Jacques - would come in and make sure all was well, and adjust my little glasses, and press the button to make the tanning lights come on and sit there for ages asking me all sorts of questions about myself. He was excellent for my ego.

I spilled the beans, they’re rather hot, his manhood really hit the spot!

She harnessed herself to his heart, haunting his harmonies with her smoky voice

She sheds her faded nightgown for silks and satins dripped in delight

Why is my WIFI unstable?

Something about her

Still tongue-tied his thoughts,

Because, honestly, who cares!

Meteorological vandals held riots last night

He slid from the barstool.

Hurled insults and vodka ice down an unsuspecting cleavage.

She tickled high society with arias of giggles

My disease is in a flair…

Beware the false tranquility of this Azure extravaganza…

She didn’t think of him,

He simply wandered in and out of her psyche,

Once upon a night

Under a disco moon.

He smoulders.

She shivers.

When people act like righteous shits

Pass on the blame and act like gits,

Needs a whack on the bum

The jukebox is blasting, free periods, break time,

Boules de Berlin filled with jam in our mouths.

Go ahead, make my day.