It creeps up on you quietly Pretending to be friendly That is the way Your poem opens I should be on the farm But choose not to work As the fields are dormant Nothing grows in the dry soil

When Friday is not Saturday And certainly not Sunday You quickly realise That you have become lost Somewhere within the week

Josie Although I roughly know where you are I am sending this mail to Amy as she will know where her sister is it is unlikely that you are aware of the election result as you lie in Cora’s arms It was a landslide as I expected and the Lib Dems did well which indicates […]

Elizabeth Blue and I were walking Towards the crimson beach Which was downhill most of the way I always accompanied her to the beach As she was not a strong swimmer Whereas I excelled at the sport Another reason was there had been a murder On the night train a few days previously A gangster […]

Mona Mona and I were cycling Towards the purple beach Which was downhill most of the way I always accompanied her to the beach As she was not a strong swimmer Whereas I excelled at the sport Another reason was there had been a murder On the night train a few days previously A gangster […]

Don Lope de Aguirre I the Wrath of God will marry my own daughter and with her I will create the purest dynasty the earth has ever seen That sounds fun Joe is it from that movie you mentioned earlier Yes Aguirre Wrath of God It blew me out of the water when I first saw it […]

I usually read a book of my poems For an hour Until I am quite tired A visit to the bathroom is next Where I clean my my teeth At this time Josie often steals my pyjama jacket Which I approve of as she has a lovely bum I then look in the mirror And […]

There is an early black and white photograph Of Elvis Presley Taken outside of a drug store Some years before he became famous If you look closely there is another boy In the background leaning on his bicycle His name was Bobby Graham Who was killed by a drunken driver Whilst riding his bicycle in […]

Was the name of my Dad’s pub We only lived there for two years Yet I remember it well on the main road Between Burton and Lichfield I had my first vision there But was not believed

Mr Pope knew that he would not make it As an artist as he had a limited eye So he decided to teach Art History That is how I met him I was a very talented young artist But lacked direction We are now happily married It was a perfect combination As he taught me […]