Stuart Miller-Osborne

He was an odd boy Joe was an odd child Who liked to visit the scenes of major train accidents His only rule was that twenty years history Twenty years history Twenty years would need to have passed Since the accident A boy has to have his hobbies Trains are such fun He would also […]

I found this online a few days ago Fuck nose who made it up Leads me to the question Who is Fuck Nose I am not Fuck Nose As I am normally The poor cunt Who times his visit When Liverpool are at Home No more jokes from Joe Societies that treat women badlyare poorer […]

Before you have your first chat/coffee/piss or moan of the day consider this from Maggie May The Government is the servant of the people They are not their masters The main parties would do well to remember this Joe

During his final illness John Clare Visited the moon In search of work As a agricultural labourer Instead he found several watercolours Painted by Samuel Palmer John never returned From the moon And as far as I am aware Samuel’s watercolours Are still in his leather case

Keira I like football So do I Silly Boy I hear that you support Arsenal Yes I do It must be expensive for you I do not have to pay you know It is one of the perks of the job Perks For doing what Taking the knee That must have been painful mate It […]

Crescent moon deep in shadow Red cornfields reflecting white Gentle breezes quietly passing All the mysteries of the night SP (1830)

There are lots of theories about how Tragic Beach got its name It is firmly believed that the name of the small village was corrupted from the original Spanish And has been lost in translation I first visited the beach when I was at college with selected friends It was known more as a hippy […]

I have always enjoyed running down hills Steep or shallow it is of little concern I prefer this to running on level surfaces Which can be tedious and rather uninspiring I enjoy the zen of any descent As it gives me a sense of flight Two years ago I suffered an accident I twisted my […]

Guy once told me a story Of a girl who seemed to haunt A railway platform In Southern Paris She was often seen Late at night Waiting for the last train But she made no attempt To board the the final Metro And vanished soon after It was as if she was Waiting for someone […]

I was once asked that question On a Metro station In Paris I answered yes And that was the beginning Of a beautiful friendship With my wife Anais Who had a strawberry Tattooed on her bottom