In a sea of dinghy's and oil tankers and sleek motorboats,

Your love is like a raft.

Some people float past clutching on to tree beaches

Some lie at the bottom of the sea.

Once there was a princess who was born with a heart outside of her body. It was a pale and slippery thing, and her parents lamented so, for how was she to be a great ruler in the kingdom with such a feeble heart?

The tigers are tired. They lope around the arena, with sore toes and a resilient bout of mange thinning their furling tails. The circus used to employ a vet, you see, but that part of the budget was first to go.