Stuart Miller-Osborne

Yesterday I walked along The Pilgrims Way Deep in the Kent countryside It was not a long walk Hardly a walk at all Through part of a village In an area commonly known As the Garden of England Yet it made me happy Which was to my advantage

It is the small things that happen That makes you feel the worth Of the long summer dry days Yes terday I found a book With an illustration Of a lonelyrabbit On its colourful face

I must say that I get rather irritated When people moan at the hot weather Just count the cold days you cunts They outnumber the hot ones Two billion billion two one Normally it is because you are too fat God did not make you fat and unattractive Really before you started stuffing your face…

I have a number of good friends Who keep notebooks Without any content I am exactly like them Which is a sad affair As I thought I would be different

From my railway carriage I saw six nuns Playing strip poker In an ornamental garden I knew then That youth was dead

Arianne the sixth daughter Of the landlords Toad side inn Smiled as she placed Lemon fused iced tea With a honey dew melt I front of the two mes On the hottest day Of her most beautiful year

It has been suggested That parasols have no future As they fade into deep history This is obviously quite false As many cities are much admired For the diversity of their vivid colours

for many years i have showered with my beautiful brother there is nothing odd about this as i only sit down and look at his feet

After many years of searching I found what I was looking for My realisation did not startle me Nothing of note really happened I had just chosen to open my eyes Stuart 01/07/25

My girlfriend has a hairy cunt She will not thank me For telling you that Arianne was born in Malta A week or so ago I thought it would be funny To puke in her ample bush She did not appreciate the humour