Stuart Miller-Osborne

Sir You asked for my audience Captain Wilberforce How nice of you to come Please take a chair That is okay As I have plenty Enough for the whole platoon That is if we had a platoon Then please sit on my only knee I will if you do not touch me As I really…

My bus is very crowded Which I do not welcome I am the only Englishman On this interesting bus A Spanish girl named Alba Is sitting next to me She speaks very little English Although she tells me That her name means Dawn Her brother recently died in Oporto But she was unable to make…

I live in a lock keepers cottage With Janice and our two dogs It is obviously situated near The Kennet and Avon Canal Ours is an idyllic situation Which was horribly spoilt By a drunken couple Whilst I was walking Pippa Just before her bedtime last week It was not something That I wanted my…

I am in a cafe in Marrakesh It is late and only half full Space solitude and time Seem to fill my thoughts This is my last day in Morocco

When I was a child This was a busy beach It is so deserted now The endless erosion Has made it unpredictable

Come here Joaquin There is time for a coffee Before our flight is called We are visiting so many cities In the next twenty four days My grandfather was a part Of a bomber crew Whose plane was shot down Over some English fields He was the only survivor As a rare forest broke his…

A featureless valley flanked by hills It seems so very peaceful now This was once the scene Of an unimaginable slaughter I lost two of my brothers here Perhaps they sleep beneath me

Malcolm Yes Do you realise Realise what That you really fuck me off How do I fuck you off Robby Please call me Roberta That is my name How do I fuck you off Roberta You like trains I know I do Does that fuck you off Not really Then what fucks you off Because…

Like many artists I search for the organic Which translated means Combing the beach For interesting things I have summered in a beach hut Near a giant power station My muse has an unusual name And often sleeps in past nine She greets me with a hot coffee When I return with some of my…

When I first met him I thought that my future Lay in a boiling pot But it soon became apparent That he had no intentionOf harming me in any way As he was a troubled poet Who just wanted a friend To accompany him on his walks Around this strangely magical city