Stuart Miller-Osborne

Step into my bookcase Clara Anne You will find Every published book Gathering dust On these lonely shelves I have not read since the war It was taken away from me In that church tower You should have killed me With a random bullet As I was totally exposed But you chose to use a…

I used to know a girl named Eleanor Rigby She was not from Liverpool But from Clitheroe Some fifty miles distant This was also my home town Her real name was Margaret Rigby But she named herself after the song And said that she was born in Liverpool She was my squeeze for a while…

What are you reading Rachel The Life of Elvis I thought you did not like his music I do not like his music Then why are you reading the book Surely it will bore you It is boring Then why are you reading the book Because I found it on the train

They come into my bookshop Just for a chat People seem to think that Because I am confident That I have all the answers When if fact I have none I often ask God for guidance As I am a lonely person as well

For a while I lived Next to an urban railway Which was not a bad thing As I was fond of trains I also loved the deep red glow Of the passing tail lights

Do you have flowers in your garden Lou Yes I have many varieties Are you aware that flowers Especially the blue ones Compose music I was aware that yellow flowers Had musical talents But was unaware of anything else Here is a book I have written on the subject What is it called The Erotic…

Even though it is only twelve minutes past eight This is the last train of the day I will be sitting in Coach D Croatia

it has rained for the first time in many weeks my drowning garden has surfaced for air

Mon nom est Mansfield

Train approaching please stand behind the yellow line Train approaching please stand behind the yellow line That is all I heard No matter the season I could have been in my bed Or enjoying a meal with my growing family Many of the passing trains did so on a screaming horn My name is Mansfield