my sister always plays her piano in the nude she never turns as only her piano dares to speak

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations I may not reach them But I can look up and see their beauty That is lovely Joe Is it one of yours No not at all Louisa May Alcott I have read her books She was very talented I do miss the sunshine you […]

They called my wife Country Cute This was because of her Light flaxen hair Which she wore longer Than conventional styles Her cornflower eyes Added to her rural charm I stood quite motionless In the shadow of a window And admired my beautiful wife As she drifted around our room

This is the address of my second home It is on the edge of Whitby With views across the town Snow has fallen intermittently During the last few hours And the hillside has become treacherous I was planning to walk Rufus before dark But might give it a miss Or truncate my ambitions As I […]

If there was a hospital in Scarborough I was there in intensive care Wired up to the national grid I had collapsed without cause An ambulance was summoned A heart attack a stroke or just the hotel coffee The cause was unknown From my bed I could see Frank and Stella Stella was weeping silently […]

For at least an hour I stood outside The Grand Hotel High above Scarborough Sands I tried to assure myself That this Victorian pile was not that high And that if you looked at it mathematically Then it was no more than thirty feet up (Room 69 was just thirty feet above this street) The […]

I received a note from Frank Which informed me that If I travelled to Room 69 On the 5th floor of the Grand Hotel High above Scarborough Sands That a wet juicy cunt would await me Frank has a very beautiful sister named Stella Who had cock teased me for years The very thought of […]

I have a noisy blue budgerigar Zoe left it here when she moved out For a while the bird was quite down But it slowly became used to me And now we are quite inseparable I used to get the tube to work But now fly to the city With my pet each day In […]

Where have you been Phil Trying to find the men’s bogs Did you have any luck Yes and no Meaning I found a gender neutral bog at the pavilion Yes They fulfil the same purpose I agree but as I entered A gorgeous French girl (I think I know where this is going) Passed me […]

I was cycling slowly out of My Sister My Wife Along the dirt track that led to the River Selle The River Selle led in turn into the Danube Where I planned to meet Wilma Etta and Peace We each owned an orange bicycle rimmed white And had agreed to eat at the Penal -Tea […]