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  • Snailham Halt (closed 1959)

    at a cost of less than three hundred pounds  you were erected  to serve a remote community  which soon faded  into obscurity  you were closed  without ceremony  some years ago  nothing remains 

  •  The Pope & Camille 

    Joe  Josie  Sorry I was in the shower  I have seen it all before  No not that  Have you read today’s newspaper  I read my newspapers online  Then I will drive a train  Swallowed a joke book again sis  It is your joke book bro  What do you think of the Pope  He is a […]

  • Violet Coffee

    My violet coffee simmers in your cup  I refresh myself in your company  The winter is covering the summer fields  Just Jane of the Ambiguities 

  • I Write Fiction But Will Not Sue

    We are an economic couple Comfortable but not rich Who live in a willow cottage That can be seen From the moon There is cinema nearby Which has a riverside garden In the summer punts pass by Our violet drapes Are often photographed By those who appreciate colour The tallest of the tour guides Lives […]

  • Josie’s Dew Dream

    I had a dew dream last night  What is a dew dream Josie  It is a wet dream for girls  Songs of Fun  What was it about  We were in this very room  Each of us was quite naked  And sitting in similar positions  Explain  Three ravens and a songbird  It sounds like that you […]

  • My Missing Heart

    My dear heart  Never think that  You are better than others  Listen to their sorrows  And treat them with compassion 

  • Red Ghosts

    My Ash Hunt House  Is haunted by red ghosts  They seem so ordinary  As they pass from room2room  I do not sleep 

  • Theatre of the Absurd by Sick Boy (edited)

    Joe  I read this in a newspaper  It seems that a chap torched a care home  You know the places which are full of those awful creatures   In wheelchairs who shout at people in the streets  They are normally wheeled around by their niggers or other illegals   One sees them each day especially in Henley on Thames   […]

  • Helena Clam

    Helena and I visited Robin Hoods Bay  In the eighteenth century  It was very popular with smugglers I quickly adopted a love of its steep streets  And bleak stone cottages  Whilst Helena loved the rock strewn beach  Winter Travellers  Sharing Toast 

  • South Brent

    Time passes green  In South Brent  Mrs Smith  Southerly winds  Bring no chill  Our bell is silent