Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am following the generous sun In the pouring rain Many consider this as a fancy Foolish in the extreme

Marigold was happy She lived in a lovely town In a lovely house With lovely views of the sea She was academically comfortable And very feminine and attractive Marigold was God Happy She then met Adam Who she instantly loved He was very kind And treated her well They went to the nicest of places…

If you leave the city of the blind Then immediately cover your eyes As you have visited all three churches

I had found it increasingly difficult to sleep It was obvious that I was fully awake Somewhere deep within a strangers dream

Sister Geraldine drifted into a golden field She was wearing a long cerise shirt We had travelled for many hours

I was walking along an exposed lane Which was slowly melting with age The fields of sunflowers were endless

We will muddle through We always do Johnny You must realise that Do not stress Effie The English are very tolerant It is a great and worthy gift But we can be incredibly ruthless History has taught us this many times

The summer is closing the light fading I am now wearing a shirt in bed The southern trains often pass my window But I am not sharing their journey I find this immensely tragic Robert who I love deeply Has offered me a job I will manage his station kiosk Deep on platform five

Je parle toujours anglais. Quand je suis en France. Pourquoi ? Parce que je ne parle pas français.

May I have a ticket To the  Jardin d’Acclimatation Will that be a single or a return A return please As I intend to return