I have a willow tree At the bottom Of my garden It shadows the river In the summer heat

Melbourne no longer lives in the city We will have to meet Gossamer At the bus station In Canterbury

My garden is a garden of gardens It is my quiet resting place Flowers of many colours Please my deep lowered eyes And the perfumes of the shallow season Silently assault my many blind senses

Free the nipple As it helps the sealant To run more smoothly Another handy tip From Handyman Joe

You bring so much colour To my summer garden I enjoy your frequent visits During these gentle months

Be Happy if you can be Happy if not be Slightly Happy Be Kind to all those around you if not be Good Nature d Be Gentle and love all the creatures that cross your path Or in the lane outside of the cottage Up to Mr Brown’s garage Love cats always love cats Love […]

I have been invited to summer With three sisters At a villa in Southern France It has a swimming pool And views to the coast I am very tempted But I will have to abandon This lyrical poem Which makes me feel uncomfortable As I know that I have A story to tell

Joe it is said that you do not like mirrors That is correct Why do you not like mirrors Do you think that you are unattractive No Do you think that you are looking old No I am just twenty-one Is it that you have sad eyes My eyes are not sad They have stared […]

We are all sitting in a country garden Sharing a Fathers Day Tea The nearby trees are shielding us From the common people As they would not understand Our deep discussions about The Foehn Winds

a train passes over a bridge the stars shine in the night sky