Where were you in sixty-three Tony Were you fucking your girlfriend Pretty Carole Dee Of course none of this applied to me For I was then a wee boy of nine Who adored the sea

Ladybirds write songs Celebrating their quiet love Of early spring days

Two girls with bright green hair Were walking up a shallow hill When a green train Passed over a green bridge It was travelling at speed towards the green fields I was wearing a green cotton shirt And standing in front of a green shop May is the greenest of all the months

Is not my name Morphia takes away my pain I write homo-erotic verse And carry a red silk purse

Holding Hands We were walking through our town Holding hands Nobody took any notice of us They never do Is this the most innocent of gestures Now becoming commonplace   Masturbation We are together on our afternoon bed My hand is on your wet cunt Yours is on my stiff cock We are masturbating each […]

As I walk around my fields I often think about poetry I am a gentleman farmer or a landowner if you will My staff run my farm for me and in turn they live on my estate I love the people that I employ and treat them more as friends The history of my family […]

Tin Cup My only possession is a tin cup Which I keep close to me As it contains all the ills of the world It is also not as attractive as Pandora Who is quite Nordic in appearance   Breaking Curfew I travelled undercover to a nearby town Disguised as a foreign spy My deception […]

Polly Molly and Dolly Visited Langham’s Folly On the last day of May Polly Molly and Dolly Visited Langham’s Folly

Colli Rolli and Walli Visited Langham’s Folly On the last day of May Colli Rolli and Walli Visited Langham’s Folly

In theory you should not have survived in this hostile environment But you dance between the pebbles oblivious to the sea breezes That will eventually grow stronger and slowly destroy you