In the garden at Prospect Cottage I found a couple stretched out Looking at the sky I pretended not to notice And released this quiet poem It was the least that I could do

Hi Joe Maureen It is nice to hear from you Alan and I have split up We both tried hard But we are so different I am sorry to hear that As you can imagine I am quite liquid at present But thought that I was drying up Until I read your Sussex poems They […]

When I visit East Sussex On summer days I always bring a pad and a pen My pad stays with me Whilst my pen explores

On hot summer days A silence descends Which is so loud That it almost deafens Everything is quite still Yet frozen in motion

About a month ago I found myself On a lonely railway station In East Sussex It was surrounded By golden cornfields I was happy there

I have been called a winter writer On many occasions recently Which is so far from the truth As I am a child of the summer cornfields

My father once told me That if I wanted To discover the truth Behind any issue Then consult the statistics As they are rarely incorrect Unless they have been Previously contaminated By those who wish harm Joe

Joe Many people think that you are * ***** ** **** I am * ***** ** **** When you joke You do not take prisoners I will not be censored by fools A question I know that you like cartoons And have a collection of Giles books That is correct What was your favourite cartoon […]

Joe Regarding your question When I was growing up The term hate speech Did not exist The only time That I used hate speech Was when I said I hate kiver (liver) I really hate liver It is like eating a colostomy bag Did the police instead Of catching the bad guys Arrest me No […]

I assure you it is not Socialism is the politics of envy It is nothing else Have you noticed how controlling The government already is “You have to take the pain” Blame the abstract You only go on coach tours So we will take away the WFP Qu’ils mangent de la brioche Kafka Kafka Kafka […]