Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too tight.Panicked beats in his heart race;Clownish colour adorns his face,His heart and sleeve are wreathed in lace.***"Halloween" -->Based on. ‘You’ve foond it then pet. Welcome to Combevale. I’m Geordie.’ He extended a huge hand for her to shake. ‘I’m pleased to meet you, Geordie. I take it you work here.’ ‘Aye, in a manner of speakin’. I work for her majesty like.’ ‘Do you mean to say you’re a prisoner? But you are walking around free.’ ‘Why aye bonnie lass, we all do here. It’s what you call an open prison. Now, I know you’re not here to see me, more’s the pity. Who are you looking for?’ ‘I’m looking for a man called Paul.Read More
