Stuart Miller-Osborne

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I would like to travel Back in time And fan the she-devils Whilst singing My golden songs

It pleased Laura To love Stephan They wore identical sandals As they walked towards the beach

Yesterday was an exceptionally warm April day I visited a huge viaduct in the middle of the town Which had lost none of its astonishment Later I purchased a well worn bible Which appeared to have spent its early days Within a small country school Various childlike thoughts Had been added Jesus is my Saviour […]

She Sells Sea Shells She Smells Sea Shells

I should have known better When I became a gardener At the convent on the hill I dreamt of naked nuns Swimming in the soft lakes Whilst I hung their bad habits On the olive trees nearby But I was disappointed As the head nun was German And her name did not translate well From […]

On days like this I could drink the sea And replace its vacancy With your salty tears

The weather forecast for today is good Hopefully at about twenty-five degrees Before I retired I programmed my Valerie To serve me breakfast in the nude But she has malfunctioned again And is wearing my college sweat shirt I rang the manufacturer to explain the fault And was told that the Valerie model Has a […]

We are sitting in a hotel room High above the streets of Frankfurt Sharing a coffee dry breakfast In an hour we will be at the station I have an important meeting Valerie will see me off And remain in the city As she is looking for a clock It is her mothers birthday In […]

What are you reading Jack Metamorphosis In The Penal Colony I cannot say that I have heard of it Who is the author Kafka Are you sure Yes How do you know that it was Kafka That is easy Pray tell Because I glued them together