Stuart Miller-Osborne

A pretty Finch politician Left her lace knickers In my Paris apartment I have worn them ever since But as of today they are yours Do with them as you will

Yesterday an ape escaped And took the life Of a dear friend of mine I am now suing The Ministry of Locks

I didn’t know that you shaved down there What month is Julian July July is a hot month I am prone to smells and painful rashes It is much cleaner and more aesthetic Erotic Poems of Summer

The Andorra is a most handsome yacht With white blue and black sails I often travel to other islands Without thoughts of return

Bally collects coloured paperclips in jars She keeps them in our beach side cave Bally also owns a velvet anchor

Her feet are dusty She wears no shoes Every meadow Shares her name

The ministers of etiquette are waiting on my porch I am wandering around wearing only a vest You are I suppose wondering who I am What is my name Is it Angel A or Angela Is my name Frank or Dave Am I scratching my butt The door is open please come in There is…

My younger sister Amaryllis I can see her In the memory Of every flower

My red roses are still beautiful Although they in time will fade

I found an olive Hidden in its tree It was a late But welcome visitor