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  • Summer Dust

    What are your favourite summer memories Mark Winter days when the labourers freeze in the fields I like the farmers harvesting their golden corn Do you not just love it When the late afternoon sun Dances merrily within The extensive dust clouds No It makes me so happy that I could sit down and cry…

  • Platonic Friends

    Come into my garden Maude That is a disgusting suggestion Claudia I am very surprised at you Would you like to see my bare butt Why would you surrender such a question Because I thought it would be more interesting Than asking you to look at my fountain pen It is also a far more…

  • The Hotel near the Beach

    Butch and I were standing In the long shadows of the day Waiting for the Non Eclipse The evening ride was over And our bicycles were resting Near the sloping path leading to the beach You were reading The Odyssey I was reading The Iliad Both were written by Homer Although this now seems doubtful…

  • The Singing Jogger

    A jogger was singing My favourite folk song It Always Rains On the Wednesday Child

  • Crap Eclipse

    It was really a glorified sunset Agreeable and very very pretty I was able to show off my football skills And take a number of memorable photographs Jane was impressed The birds less so Viola was neutral

  • Sea Fund

    On the final day of my holiday I found the wreck of a pirate ship In a rock pool near the point Enclosed within the rotting wood Was a treasure chest Full of jewels silver and gold I hid it under wreaths of sea weed So that I might enrich myself On each of my…

  • Grasshopper

    On the day before the eclipse I was in my wonderful garden writing a poem about roses When a grasshopper landed on my foot Nothing else happened until alarmed by a sudden gust of wind it vanished I have never had occasion to consider this until now

  • Grasshopper

    During my writing career I have been called The Grasshopper Which is a humour About my ability To hop from one poem To another without falling

  • Lido

    Take me to the lido Maude As we are fast approaching The end of these tremendous days In a month these summer hours Will just be happy memories Thinning and slowly fading Into the grip of the cooler winds

  • Lemon is Dead

    Denis The first indication that something had happened Was when a number of squad cars Raced past me in the general direction Of the railroad station I chose not to get involved As the was no need for me to be there It was only as I closed the hardware store That I saw Denis…