Stuart Miller-Osborne

A buffalo is watching me Through the blue swirling mists It realises that I mean it no harm But it does not trust me As I am considered unpredictable

We have been as sisters Since our early school days I love seeing Cambric On cool autumn mornings Whereas she prefers me On dark summer nights We frequently walk On freshly cut lawns Dew heavy and without shoes She is my perfect companion And I am her loving friend Erotic Poems of Summer

A pigeon died this afternoonWhich is highly unusual As road fatalities are almost unheard of

I live near an ancient castle Which has a white flagpole This is repainted once a year Scaffolding is erected This happened last year But will not happen this year As I am now dancing in Torino

What would you get If you stuck a light bulb Up your arse Arrested

How many flies does it take To screw in a light bulb I don’t know As I have never asked them

I live near an ancient castle Which has a white flagpole This is repainted once a year Scaffolding is erected This happened last year But will not happen next year As Eileen is dozing on her bed She is wearing very little Her attention has been attracted By a mushroom cloud in the distance

My wife is a musician and teaches at summer schools She took gold at the Japanese Olympic Games And is still celebrated within the sport We have combined our ancient family names As a lasting commitment to each other This has made our families very happy Jackie Lover Briggs

I do not excel at many things But I do have a very accurate eye And was invited to an archery school Set deep within the southern hills It was there that I met Barbara Briggs Whose talent was legendary She had been asked to represent her country But declined as her first love was…

An unmade road Runs in front Of my house It protects me From the sea