Stuart Miller-Osborne

I wear certain things In the city On hot summer days My wardrobe is quite pale And often I do not wear shoes

What are you going to do about it old man I am going to ask you to release the young lady And what happens if I refuse I will blow your brains out all over the sidewalk My brains You know that vacancy between your ears You might have noticed that I am with my […]

Bernie and Breda were in the Citizen Voltaire They were sheltering from the heavy rain I was in my Citroen Deux Chevaux Which was leaking as it always did My Experiences when Camping Is a thin yet noble book I was reading it using my flashlight As my car was rocked by the storm

Drink lightly flavoured teas Eat cakes with lime cream Save historic churches today As they may not be there tomorrow

I spent many of my childhood years in England At the time I was bored as my parents were traditional They drove a traditional car and wore traditional clothes Our holidays were so comfortably traditional Things never varied that much with only nips and tucks We stayed in traditional boarding houses With middle aged landladies […]

They nip at the heels of horses In an effort to unseat the knight But this achieves no favour And the battle is quickly lost

there is no music left inside me my shell is now quite silent only the vivid colours remain

Watching the World Cup in the Villa Marguerite Along with my brother and all of his friends My mother is French and my father is from Spain We have homes in both countries each deeply loved I am fluent in each language as well as English Yet there are times that I want to listen […]

Hot summers in her purple waters Swimming with the turquoise fish The orange sun is hiding beneath This mornings mourning trees Today is a perfect day to enjoy The subtle fruits of the long riders

Does not smoke as she considers it The filthy habit of weak fools Nor does she touch alcohol As she has seen so many lives torn apart Some people consider her rather strange Which is distant from the truth As Caroline is just a visiting angel