Stuart Miller-Osborne

Did you hear That she who is not Cynthia Has gone all Caligula again Really What has happened She has totally turned Will this be to our advantage Possibly Explain What would you never do Give deadly weapons to lunatics That is quite obvious They are so totally unpredictable Although a reverse order does exist A […]

That is a hard question Sir My name is Stephen Sorry Sir Stephen I do not think that I will pass this exam You will Silly Boy The rumour about ewe being a slug Is just malicious gossip I do leave a slime trail in my bed Let us not go into that I think […]

I am standing on a railway platform that reflects the bright sun my train is about to leave you are beginning to say goodbye will I leave or will we walk together

You are sitting on an anonymous train One hundred miles away From this our shared bed I can feel every aching inch Of our sudden separation

The corruption of unknown antidotes Low walls under construction Nothing is hidden

A history of unknown antidotes High walls under construction Everything is hidden Time corrupts

As one approached the crossroads There was a large commanding hedge Which shielded the town from the River Aps This was odd as the town was named after the river Or so my best friend Regis Mes told me

When I was a child There were many beautiful trees In the rich gardens of my uncle Only the strongest now remain And even they are much reduced

Nice things are happening in the city We are waiting for the night train south Muriel is already in her pyjamas She is shivering On the cold platform And has borrowed My red slippers

I was in a city In a tall hotel My room overlooked The main railway station Before I retired I watched the sisters Thalys Join together before they slept