Stuart Miller-Osborne

It is suggested that the farm Is haunted by a white knight That is pretty obvious As all ghosts are white How do you know that Martin Have you ever seen a ghost What about the Black Ghosts of Peru You are making that one up Maybe I am maybe not When was our ghost…

I am not a violent person But the other day As I walking back from The tube station I saw a creep Bothering a girl Nothing much happened I am happy to say But the girl looked upset It was then that something snapped And I followed this low life Knowing that when I had…

The evening waves of the silent sea Are just happy memories We are now visiting York Where a bar carries your name But that is the only similarity

It has only been six weeks Since we sat on the terrace Of the Sunset Calypso You were wearing your deep red dress Which contrasted with your golden hair

I was surrounded but I survived In this terrible dream By using cunning and luck To my complete advantage Napoleonic dreams are rare But I have my fair share of them On this occasion I was trapped But somehow managed to escape

Is Hector Please love Me Before It is Too late

I keep most of my dreams In a glass coloured jar This method has never Been fully challenged

I have a small wooden pagoda Which is eight stories tall It contains a number Of coloured beads It is obviously a game But I am ignorant Of the known rules

Where have you been Silly Boy In Calne Calne Where is Calne Japan You are teasing Everybody knows that Calne Is a small country in South Asia What were ewe doing in Calne Writing the Biographia Literaria And a few poems plus a play You have been a busy boy then Did you get around…

I woke up to blue skies This morning But this did not last And by noon It was overcast My sundial Which stood In the middle Of the garden Was no longer Counting the hours As it had fallen Out of love again