Xavier Xavier loved above a cafe In a rural town in South Western France He lived with a teacher named Mercedes A Who he initially employed to water his planta Qhilst he was travelling in Ebglans and Norway She was a thin attractive dirl who was very shy Abd dressed badly as nut ti attract […]

Whilst on a winding summer road Jane and I stumbled upon a Festival of Jam We thought it might be jazz based But we were wrong As it was a Jam Festival With hundreds of jars of jam Made from all fruits and even concrete I purchased a jar of Concrete Jam Which was rather […]

I had always fought evil My reasons are simple But I soon began to question evil What was good and what was evil It is not that clear cut I was on vacation When I met the daughter of a terrorist Her mother had been in jail for over thirty years Not for what she […]

I normally rested in the same place Sometimes I would read But usually I just watched the clouds This was a special place My refuge from the world I have never forgotten it

As many of you know I live near the river Here in Richmond Virginia lives nearby We often chat about poetry On summer evenings Whilst watching the sun Travel towards the night Joe

Joe how do I recognise a Marxist Check what they are reading It certainly will not be Marx Anything else Shower with them But I am a decent girl Excuse me while I get up from the floor Not nice Joe I do hope that you stick to the paths Sally They are there for […]

Marxists are quite unable to say why a proletarian revolution A hate filled and violent act of expropriation Should be morally cleansing And lead to a better society Love the tee shirt Joe Happy Birthday Molly I wearing it at present After my shower Behave yourself Its my birthday Joe I can do what I […]

I met Sandra in the city today She was wearing a short red skirt I admired her tanned legs And told her how lovely she looked Félicité

A politician who I detest Was ************ today His ***** was **** out And decorated the interior Of his expensive car I call moments like this My Blue Hours The news of this splendid event Came as I was editing my latest book The Poetry of Birds The Poetry of Birds A politician who I […]

I have an irrational fear of flying Even though I have flown On many occasions here and there There is no reason for this I blame my physics master Mr Webb Who when asked a question at St Polly’s Demonstrated the theory of flying Using a sheet of foolscap paper Great but planes are not […]