I can hear my guests Long before I can see them As the loose stones Warn me like geese Yet this lane Is rarely occupied As I do not receive visitors

I live in a nutbrowntown With a clown who will drown With a frown in my gown Happy stories always end sadly

summer red roses above my door bring me many pleasures yet the slate grey skies dull their original colour

I always know when you Are pleased with me Due to shape of your lips You are also betrayed By the way you tilt your head

The quintessential Renoir image Is a summers day Pretty girls Wholesome food In a relaxed country setting I have taken these words From an advertisement promoting Charles of the Ritz Why you may ask Am I sharing this with you That is an easy question to answer As the model in the red dress Holding…

I am now enjoying The ninth hour of the day It has been light since four The trees are heavy And the colours are rich There is a deep happiness in the air That does not exist during the darker months People are free and absolved of their worries My sea is kind blue and…

We should water the plants Before the sun is high These are the Hot Dry Days And we must remember to dampen Our beautiful perfumed garden

I was standing in a lane in Marlborough You were travelling on the Telford train We were chatting on the phone I was missing you and you were missing me We were miles apart but were hugging each other You promised to send me a selfie from your hotel room I promised to write you…

What is your favourite part of the woman Joe The brain Funny Joe Do you like her boobs or her cunt or are you an arse man I am an arse man I thought you were Why Because you always look at my arse You have a nice bum Not too skinny and not too…

I was stretched out on the spare bed Pretending to be asleep But I was watching you move around my studio My sketches some good and some without talent Were spread out all over the cool stone floor I could see that you rather liked some of them So I stood up startling you slightly…