She is an unfinished canvas Which I will not share

He created me out Of a sheets of paper So that I might Fly high with the wind birds

On the river Of the Cold stars

Roof Rain Stars Wonder

Dry March Sunny April East Wind

One Swan Two Cygnets Three Lilies

Sorry to be a bore with this second post But after a depressing day and a pathetic evening I found happiness or at least I felt happy It was a post on this very site from The Three Bells Which is a rather nice pub in Ray in South Devon Jane and I often visit […]

For the last few years I have been a radio reporter I do not report on the nice things but the depressing This is beginning to get me down and is testing my faith People note that I am good at my job but I disagree As I am screaming on the inside dry weeping […]

I do not know why I wrote this As the loo in this lovely theatre Was innocent of any pastel colours The city of my birth is not a cardboard city And I am as I write this poem fully dressed I also have no plans to show my bum today

Joe How is your table football league going Quite well Nick Are you winning each game Yes I have not failed to score less than twelve in any game Who else is in your league Sephine and Josie Sephine is Norwich City as she likes their colours Yellow and Green Josie favours Rent Boys United […]