MacDADDY SPIDER
MacDaddy spider lived in a tree and every day all was as it should be. He had eight very long black legs and wee Tam'O'Shanter on his head. His Tam'O'Shanter is one thing he wore just to remind him of all the little Scottish spiders that went before.
All day long he would clamber about fixing his web inside and out. And what a lovely web he could weave and he sipped lots of berry nut cider which he kept up one sleeve. And in another he kept many pins and in another a spindle and things. In one other he had knitting needle twigs all to help him keep his web bright and sprig. But there was something he did have not but couldn't remember cos he forgot.
He would run over here then run over there and pop out his spindle to make silk to repair tiny holes and rips then take lots of sips from his berry nut cider which would then make him hic hic hic. But he never ever lost his footing or ever trip trip trip. Cos he had eight legs and could always hold on with one till the jobs of the day were completed and done.
Most days were brightly sunshine but sometimes it would shower and under his silky-top tent he would snuggle not cower. One showery day he gazed up to see something as he lay on his back through the leaves and the branches and windy tree-top cracks he suddenly remembered the thing he'd forgot, he had eight spindly legs but he had no socks! Now he remembered what he'd forgot, use the silk from the rainbow to use spindle and knit eight beautiful socks for eight legs that would fit and eight hairy feet oh it will feel so neat.
With knitting twigs and the other such things he jumped to the task and set about to weave, he had to be quick cos the bow would soon be gone and he knew if he was quick it would not take him long. From the rainbow first he plucked red and spun and spun till he had thread, then orange he spun until he had two with yellow and green he had four threads to be seen with blue and indigo he had six then the seventh he had violet to add to the mix.
At then end of the day all the socks were woven and done and he suddenly noticed that he was missing just one! There is one missing colour he thought to himself and scratched his head and wondered what to do. I know he thought I'll just hide one hairy foot inside a nice shoe. Up popped a ladybird and said,
“Don't do that, take a look at your Tam'O'Shanter you have a bobble right there.”
MacDaddy spider jumped and was frit he never expected ladybird on the edge of his web there to sit.
“Take a thread from that bobble” Ladybird did advise, “ then you will come full circle for those to see who are wise, and you will have socks a complete set to run around your webby net net and the next time it showers your feet will never again get wet.”
MacDaddy spider he thought then he said,” But my bobble has no colour not to my sight.”
“No,” said Ladybird, “to you its just white, but believe me MacDaddy when you finish this night you will have woven the full magic circle of our Creator's bright light.”

  Batty Bat Goth

Batty bat bat woke up one day and thought he was a cat and on another was convinced he was a frog or a dog,, batty bat bat was also quite deaf,, and one day spotted a moth,,
"Oi" shouted batty bat bat " I want to be you if even for merely a jot"
"I'm a moth" shouted moth,, but batty bat bat's ear went into a flop,,,, and ever since he's been flying round as a Goth
Now batty bat bat was all in excitement all thanks to moth and little black tummy all in a froth and frith thanks to this. Now what he wanted above all else was a hiss such a lot of frightening he could do with this,, especially with kids. He didn't know why he wanted a hiss and often thought he might like a fizz, he'd decided one one night whilst twirling in flight to go in search of a fizz or a hiss, but he had heard a hiss and thought it sounded better and went after that did Batty bat bat.
Now where can I find one he thought to himself and it crossed his mind he'd like to be an Elf. Batty bat bat did this all the time,, oh how he wished he could make up his mind. He sat on an acorn and looked at his feet then hung upside down which he found such a treat.
Batty bat bat had two little fangs that always pointed upwards when he hung uppy-side down and his hair would flop downwards showing his frown. His frown was a furrow and and he wished he could burrow like a mole or a vole who had a nose like a funnel with which he could tunnel.
Batty bat bat dropped from the branch and hitched up his batty bat pants and flew from the tree and into the air flew wonderfully free and pondered how he could fly but really couldn't see. He could fly over here and fly over there and never hit anything he was so full of dare, Fly under bushes and fly over flowers and once even flew under a great big tower. He loved the rain and a cloud-bursting shower and could dodge every raindrop as if they weren't there. And when he was tired and full of a days jape he'd go back to his cave and wrap himself up in his Batty bat cape.
Batty bat opened an eye one morning something had disturbed him as he was soundly snoring. He'd been out all night and came home before dawning the sound that disturbed was something amiss,, he knew that sound it was a hissy hiss hiss. Yes, he thought, I know what's amiss whatever it is can give me a loan or lend of that hiss.
From under a rock slithered slippy Jill snake for it was this time of day she should be awake. She was looking for a mouse for breakfast to make. But looking up another thought struck, I could have Batty bat if I could make him un-hook. Batty bat looked down revealing his frown then un-hooked and fluttered to the ground.
Jill snake raised her head into Batty's eyes to look and barely believed her luck that Batty had unhooked there was breakfast right there tho un-cooked. Batty bat stared her straight in the eye he knew the look there he did spy,
“I know that look there in your eye slippy Jill snake, its the look of Batty bat breakfast you'de like to make, but I was only looking for a favour you see as I have something I've found amiss, tis a lend or a loan of your hissy hiss hiss”
“Now listen to me Batty bat goth you're always trying to be what you are not, me, I am what I am and always shall be and you a goth you are not, for I spoke to flossy floss moth and it wasn't “Goth” she shouted that day it was “Moth” Just be thankful that you are not a cat a dog or a frog or even worse a tatty rat rat you are simply a bat and a very nice one at that so simply just be happy with that. So it isn't a hiss that you are amiss go find a girlfriend a Batty Bat Miss and all you think you have not got will float away in a fluffy fluff cloud and you will truly find bliss when Batty Bat Miss opens your eyes with one wonderful kiss”

Once upon a depth in time, where souls and hearts in rings of peace entwine. A flashing spark of light divine. brought mind and bodies into line,Somewhere in once upon a depth in time.
Once upon a journey's start, with mind and body and heart combined a whispered word of wisdom chimed, go on go on, yourself you'll find you are now a child of your journey's time till end,just a couple more new bends 
Once upon a midway stop when all must make a crossroad swap you find your journey has no end, you just look onward to another bend, but as all things it will end, time to meet your celestial friends 
Once upon your journey's stop, don't look back that's a far gone crop, from this illusion is but a hop, Forget the tyrannies hates and wars time to find your journey's course, no more borders waits or bars, yes,yes your journey back to the stars

SO HARD
So hard to take that first breath,
So hard to step on the road to death,
So hard when tiny and small,
So hard when taking that first fall,
So hard that first day at school,
So hard that first feeling of fool,
So hard that very first crush,
So hard to deter that first rush,
So hard that first day of work,
So hard to resist the will to shirk,
So hard not to spend all that first cheque,
So hard you do anyway what the heck,
So hard that first grown up drink,
So hard your head and belly on the brink,
So hard that very first date,
So hard to deliberately be late,
So hard to live that first lonely night,
So hard to again pick up the fight,
So hard to face the first rebuttal,
So hard to have to add notch to belt buckle,
So hard to take back things you have said,
So hard to put an argument to bed,
So hard to witness your first dead,
So hard so much harder than all the above,
So hard to lose your first true love