Sometimes It Is Better Not To Know.

He Laughed, Tried To Make It Into A Cough, Inhaled At Exactly The Wrong Moment, And Then Really Did Cough.

The Train Is Roaring Toward You And The Villain Is Twirling His Moustache And You're Fussing That He's Tied You To The Tracks With The Wrong Kind Of Rope.

Stay A Little While Longer, And Let Everyone Congratulate You - Including The Ones Who Clearly Don't Want To: In Fact, Especially The Ones Who Clearly Don't Want To. You Don't Have To Say Anything But 'thank You

And If My Choice Is To Sit Graciously In My Best Robes And Accept The Inevitable Or To Bail A Sea With A Bucket, Give Me The Bucket.

Roses Are For Love. Not Silly Sweet-hearts' Love But The Love That Makes You And Keeps You Whole, Love That Gets You Through The Worst Your Life'll Give You And That Pours Out Of You When You're Given The Best Instead.