Lead Weights In My Head,
My Masochistic Nature
Pins Me To The Bed

Back of the net,
A collective roar
Of instant joy,
Lets get one more.

We need the points
To stay on top.
So keep on chanting
in the Spion Kop.

Four wins on the trot,
lets make it 5.
We'll bring this city of
Liverpool alive.

It's now or never,
We're almost there.
This is the last game,
This is our year.

45 minutes to go,
Then the season ends.
Go tell your neighbours,
Go tell your friends.

Join in with the chorus,
Join in with the song,
We are Liverpool,
We are back,
Right where we belong.

We Smiled,
We Hugged.
We Kissed,
We Laughed.

I Woke,
I Realized,
I Sighed,
I Slept.

The Giver of Life.
The Giver of Hope.

SHINE ON

For the soothing of the soul
For the resting of the mind
For the pumping of the blood
and excessive beating of the heart
For those journey's to somewhere else
For that welcome reprieve from reality
I can always rely on you

Always faithful,
Always giving.
This treasure with a
Canine heart

Like cold steel on the tongue,
Inducing mind numbing headaches
when taken in excess.
But I am tempted by the allure of
the numerous colours and aromas.
They call to me like sirens on a
distant shoreline and I cannot resist.

Once tried, I surrender myself
To a taste sensation.
Like a lightning bolt surging through my body
And pinning me to the ground.
All my senses are aroused.
I have become one with the universe,
I see everything, I feel everything.

The contrast between the bone chilling
and the soft melt in your mouth
 take me on a journey.
I am hurtling through the cosmos at light speed,
I witness the dawn of time,
The birth of planets and the death of a billion stars.
I voyaged beyond infinity and discovered the meaning of life.

But this journey has not yet reached its end.
For I know there is still more to see.
So I give myself willingly.
A slave to this icy temptress that is
Mint choc chip, or Raspberry ripple, or Vanilla,
or any of the other numerous flavours.
PS. Cone is compulsory