As the air cools And the days fade I stay in my room Recording each butterfly That has visited My beautiful garden

I wake up each morning To a kaleidoscope of colour These are the butterflies of Aix Some are on wing others still

It was getting much cooler in the mornings As the nights were lengthening without notice Up to a couple of weeks ago it was almost tropical And I wore only a tee shirt and jeans when walking Rex But now I am wearing my thin sweaters after their sleep

Silly Toy Silly Boy Je m’appelle Silly Boy Pourquoi parlez-vous espagnol Silly Toy Je m’appelle Silly Boy What is your middle name Lucy Lucy No your middle name Are you thick You silly cow No My brother says that I am pretty lithe I am your brother What is your middle name Lucy Cunt I…

There was a knock at the door Come in But be gentle with me Oh Silly Sister What a horrible surprise How are ewe I am not a fucking sheep If you call me that again Your Life Support goes off That again I wondered what it was I thought it was a disco machine…

Step into my bookcase Clara Anne You will find Every published book Gathering dust On these lonely shelves I have not read since the war It was taken away from me In that church tower You should have killed me With a random bullet As I was totally exposed But you chose to use a…

I used to know a girl named Eleanor Rigby She was not from Liverpool But from Clitheroe Some fifty miles distant This was also my home town Her real name was Margaret Rigby But she named herself after the song And said that she was born in Liverpool She was my squeeze for a while…

What are you reading Rachel The Life of Elvis I thought you did not like his music I do not like his music Then why are you reading the book Surely it will bore you It is boring Then why are you reading the book Because I found it on the train

They come into my bookshop Just for a chat People seem to think that Because I am confident That I have all the answers When if fact I have none I often ask God for guidance As I am a lonely person as well

For a while I lived Next to an urban railway Which was not a bad thing As I was fond of trains I also loved the deep red glow Of the passing tail lights