Find a way to tell the truth then realise

The truth  will DEFINITELY pull out your eyes

Once upon an old time  days were put away,

Saved up for days by the sea.

Now, extremity of mood is  the mother of invention

Some say this, some say that, some just cough for attention

Play Solitaire whilst sitting on a stair

Staring into thin air

John O'China sailed outer Liverpool

Garments were varied, men too:

Bullies were thumped first

The wind and the raiin fell

All around the Cape, the crossing from hell.

As I climb this steep Cornish cliff

I see embedded fossils stare

at me, telling me how it used to be

In the Jurassic and who can say

they're wrong, the past sings a different song,

what's going to happen next - we don't wanna know

when the beginning is the end, my friend, trust to snow.

I retrace my steps along the vertiginous

Path. Wobbling, I recall her words and tone

 Don't come back home alone, just don't.

Pastoral, and slowly,  simply and solely,

I see the slippery snake slowly slither

Over the steep hillside, dropping into the river,

Like a salt-water crocodile.