There is a train at five I can be there in two hours Will you wear your floral dress I will if you wear your silk shirt

I waited intensely For the train But it did not arrive The lines remained vacant

I am so tired Of violence in films Why can we not be kind There is too much brutality

It had been a very dry summer Many places were in drought Gold had replaced the green Violet despite her name Suffered from various allergies Mainly from the savage pollens She had lived by the sea for many years And assumed that the fresh cool breezes Would have regulated her long summers

The books that I stole From Norman John Smith were The Locomotives of the South Eastern Railway Which were published in 1961 and 1963 This confuses my common law wife As these are the only books on my shelf I tell her that I have my reasons And I would be grateful if she freshens…

My neighbour died last year I did not know him very well But his passing saddened me I had the misfortune To discover his body In the rear orchard He was an avid railway enthusiast And before I called an ambulance I stole two of his vintage books

Tends to walk around in one of my tee shirts and very little else even when we have guests she has many endearing habits such as saying cheerio instead of good night her bedroom is called bedfordshire after the county of her birth she has never told me her real name and that is why…

Her head is full of ships She would dearly like To buy the sea But cannot afford The asking price

Jimmy Beth Why do you never call me When I am having an orgasm Well I figure that you are busy And I am normally With our most important clients At this time of the year

To celebrate the publication Of my first successful novel I purchased a nice house Halfway along Chesterfield Avenue My sister and I lived there For a number of years In total ignorance Of what happened in the park We frequently entertained friends Under the low leafy trees Or had picnics near the boating lake It…