The Lavender Menace

Somewhere between the pink and the blue

Wavering twixt a lie and what’s true

Finding a place that splits me from you

Dreamers forget what dreams cannot do

Echo returned provides sole no mate

Flickering feels of love that fan hate

Cause and effect together make fate

Odd is an isolationist state

Lyx

∀x∃yLyx

The loving relation

∃xLxx

You probably think this sum is about you

Crumbs

I suspect (I’ll be suggestive)

When I munch this sweet digestive

Its attributes make me feel festive

If I smile when there’s no biscuit

It’s a ghost.  Not there. I’ll risk it

‘Gainst a phantom cookie-wafer

(With the lights out it feels safer)

Tetra

Lay out the atlas, splay the globe

The surface values four

In plain division,  Let us probe

Why quartet can’t be more.

Upon a surface place a dot

A circle we may name

Divide its edges to allot

Triumvirate space game

Number the contact fractions fine

To triumph draw again

Find now how with a further line

Distinct four colours plain

The limit: A four-valued gate

Of quaternary scheme

No further way to separate

So five might join the team

The twisting turns of nucleobase

With C, G, A and T

From simple forms a complex race

Provokes humanity.

Wisdom Teeth

I know that if the truth be told

I’m none too keen on getting old

But if fate listens to my voice

It’s better than the other choice

A for Ism

The sensor 
Eased
The psycho's path

The Laundry Basket Case

Behold the season's stocking
Suspended from the breast
It's bound to get a stuffing
Cos it stands out from the rest
For those who seek a pairing
Recall the fatal flaw
Of looking for a partner 
When you're in the odd sock drawer
Once upon a story
Our hosen were well-matched
But started to unravel 
On a snag - so they detached
From the ensuing tangle
Fate knitted to devise
A fetching near replacement
(If you half screwed up your eyes)
In too familiar fashion
Reknitted had a run
On finer fabric options
So this couple came undone
Odd sock became world weary
And so it now resides
Most often somewhere hidden
Seeking love from its insides
Yet here it's found another
Worn through and full of holes
They've patched up from each other
Now they're no more threadbare soles
To see this hapless union
Might prompt a double-take
But kindness burns far longer
Than a passionate Miss Take