Fox, Boy with Red Hair

Fox the boy with red hair
Wasn't going to Redcliffe park which he didn't find fair
Fox waited for the playtime bell, for he wanted to strop
Because in the playground, he has his own personal spot

In the spot Fox started to strop but soon got very tired
Going on an adventure and having fun was something he now desired
Then Fox saw the playground wall something not too tall
He thought: "Out there can be adventure just make sure I don't fall"

On the other side adventure was not found
Fox was all alone with nothing, not even a sound
Fox found there was nothing to do, time to go back to school
This place wasn't for him not on his own, he'd rather not be a fool

Murdered

Garrett Trotter wasn't home
Despite always wanting to be alone
Has run, run far away
Soon to be policeman prey
Did Trotter commit this crime?
I haven't seen him in a long time
I thought I knew Trotter until
I see next to the road his kill

Gareth's Gift

The house was cold if so it may seem
Before young Gareth enters with low self esteem
Something warm and soft like a pup
Is in the house to help Gareth with his break-up
Gareth may be sad with very low strife
Until this new thing walks into his life
Gareth will soon have a new drive
After believing he had just been derived

Miss?

Yes, Miss

Miss?

Yes, Miss

Who's Miss

You're Miss

Why Miss

I call everyone Miss

Even the teachers who are male?

I call them sir

Well you should know the detail

That sir has more respect, than Miss

Sure some way you'll understand this

So from now on call me by my name

For Miss to me sounds slight and lame

But that's only something with you and I between

Your still here for messing with the vending machine

You'll get a detention and not a pass

Now make your way back to class

You better not have stolen anything from the machine either.

Best Friend Paulie

Top of the world they went
That night Paulie only decent
Though to be friends after so long
Of being with since he wrote his first song
Peter finds that Paulie did
Nothing but sit and bid
For all the attention Peter could send
Though Paulie vows it isn't the end

Paulie is Peter's friend no matter how famous Peter will become

Following Farrell

Following Farrell, one night I did

After finding that something seemed amid

I followed him with a trail of breadcrumbs

Maybe he wanted someone to come

Around the corner the breadcrumbs went

I spotted Farrell, seeming in torment

Lying in the road gave me a fright

What was wrong with dear Farrell that night

Ray's Picture

Ray as large as a careless boy of thirteen can be
He never has done any harm to Dad or to me
Yet early afternoon, upstairs in his own dark room
A picture he made, of Dad looking like a big loon
Dad is always open about what he thinks of Ray
Claims that all he ever has done is eat all day
I believe that this is how Ray makes his own art
Listening to the things Dad says about him, the old fart