Irene

The year Lady passed away, couldn't get rid of blues, was shrunken day by day, wanted to be alone, not see anyone I knew, on the street or Metro, but you became my angel, I didn't have a clue, flung bad thoughts away, arranged all the loans, brought me chicken soup, put jelly on my bones, before this dying game, didn’t know what to do, life really such a waste, where would I call home, my head a pot of glue, actting like a jello one, you arrived to erase, all my bitter tunes, wings finer than any lace, stronger than perfume.

Harlow

Face down any claim, your stars won’t refuse, no more outrageous fame, you who wonder why, worldly canons of virtue, always bring a sigh, this is no mug’s game, where TV blares fake news, chase me through my days, decipher the constant lie, let them all sing blues, each to their own disguise, hardships on the way, nothing’s here to rue, catch them on the make, only fools rely, beyond the goodly few, look imposters in the eye, always meet their gaze, which lottery they use, afraid of talking plain, just give them truth.

Georgie

A prognosis out the blue, I read the lines, ask what's done with you, act like I already know, take these ties that bind, breathe hard on my bones, time brings a certain glue, what can be put right, search for any clue, we're not here alone, in this rosy light, someone brings us home, It’s warm near the flue, beyond the timber line, let the fire console us, make us keep going, through evening and night, when the kid’s phone, act like you're fine, whiskey gets us through, this is a crazy time, what else can we do?

Freya

If you want to make jokes, don't disturb my waves, worry if I’ll cope, am never slow to choose, or firmly walk away, know how much to lose, you are not a dope, encourage easy ways, as if you had no scope, if you want good news, let others stand and gape, when you sing of love, don't ever mroan and mope, note every bitter phase, look down every slope, separate the numbers, for distant tides or sail, you leave unemcumbered, someone knows the score, it never is too late, to knock on the door, might even be great.

Ellie

Your star is coming home, a wonder of the sky, in shelters you lie prone, whisper of wondrous love, caught in such a vice, eyes shining at the moon, Saints may show their bones, a poem makes you cry, you can’t afford to moan, doves at dawn crash above, a lifetime of men’s sighs, you fly to those who give, fresh linen and Cologne, makes you wonder why, how come you're always broke, not dismayed by little bits, money only there to buy, it's sole reason to assist, don’t wager a stone, dance singing on the wire, visit me by long roads, always with great sight.

Dallas

My smile makes you chance, no fear of being caught, engage in smart chat, who lives with all that, show you ‘round the course, smoke and act daft, what others have found, singing themselves hoarse, is my sense of balance, don't just drink and dance, acting as if on tour, affects my daily prance, in striped fresh clothes, you hold my hand and ask, is there something more, if love’s such a blast, why is it we're taught, to rake up the past, you know about horses, draw a toil of water, how to turn out a score, bring me a Trust draft.

Chrissie

Look at the moon, a full tide today, everything slips too soon, the birds who have flown, seeking to migtate, sing as they go, your eyes can't fool, wouldn't it be great, to find somewhere new, a place for the soul, where paradise reigns, forget mortgage loans, somehow not cruel, but poised and sedate, where no rent is due, problems with ‘phones, emotion just a name, no more guff to swallow our good parts are true, that’s why I say, it's pointless to argue, just up our game.