Stuart Miller-Osborne

When we entered our holiday apartment We found that every room Had colour ed rugs Which we hardly suitable For the weather outside I was rgw skipper of the Queen Adeline Which I ratger liked as my word was law Although I was Paul Silent My friends enjoyed sailing with me

The Queens Alison and Louise Would bathe each day at eleven In the morning as they enjoyed Perfumed afternoons They bathed in full view Of anybody passing It was my duty to ensure That soft poems were written About the royal breasts And were published In the evening newspaper

Today I found a cricket ball Lonely in the undergrowth It had probably been declared a Lost Ball I used to play cricket And was a useful medium pace bowler Just for fun I bowled an over My line and length were still there Nothing had changed except me

Hot day in East Sussex Hovering around thirty Languid breezes People dressed for the day Shorts shirts and pretty dresses But there were a few in sweaters And a couple of grubby anoraks Which I found hard to believe As they suffocated my eyes Days of Empire

Cobbled streets Low churches It is best To walk barefoot When visiting this town

Have you noticed How many lifts Which travel From street level To the platforms above Arrive quite vacant This confirms to me That thousands of ghosts Still travel unseen On our railways

This poem has the above title As I watched the movie A few years ago and rather liked it My poem is about a holiday That I took with Vince and his girlfriend Julie We planned to travel by train But ended up travelling on our motorbikes I am a complete idiot full stop As…

Whilst we bake here in the south Ellen wears a thick sweater As the wind is cool Sisters Two I have invited Ellen To sit in my garden And soak up the sun Whilst I explore the islands Wearing something Incredibly Chic Eileen

Today is a very hot day Too hot to walk very far I have decided to sit on the embankment Of a disused railway lost in time Although pleasant it is a sad location I am reading a book of short stories That I recently purchased in Hythe These were written by H.G. Wells One…

How splendid you looked in old photographs Just another Kent station organised tidy and clean And then the decay set in slowly and without pace I have had occasion to visit your derelict remains The rails are still there but are now overlooked By the cruelty of your recent history