Stuart Miller-Osborne

You are the best remembered As being Guy Gibson’s dog Your name  -. .. –. –. . .-. Was used as the password To confirm the breach Of the Mohne Dam But you are not remembered for that And your name and grave are being forgotten Your history is being extinguished By traitors with alternative…

I had been up to no good again A variety of toxic crimes Which fucked off the cops And they soon arrived at my mothers house Smashing the door down like infants But I was the one with brains As I was in bed with the slag next door And watched the proceedings With a…

Of late I had felt listless and bored As normal I blamed it on others Two politicians in particular Who I hated without proper thought So I purchased a powerful handgun And assassinated both of them The cops came after me But vanished as soon they came Up my short garden path As one cannot…

The sunset was spectacular Gold red orange and pink I wrote this poem As I sat on the kegs Roadside awaiting collection

The ghost of Chief Running Water Is travelling across Amerika In search of his ancestors

Hi Josephine I will write in a sex scene for you but like Joe I am not totally aware of the incest laws on Bali so I will arrange for Joe to visit your fig garden tomorrow night which should be okay One never knows what crazy laws and punishments await miscreants abroad One has…

Hi SMO Josephine here I trust you are well and have recovered from your journey Thirteen fucking hours you poor sod Poor poor Jane I have a favour to ask of you Would you please describe Anne Bronte’s grave to me as I grew up with her books Joe and I have visited Haworth in…

Stan and Jane are pleased to announce the arrival of Lola George at 3:33 this morning Mother and daughter are doing well which cannot be said for the hospital as my daughter has very healthy lungs and can be heard as far away as Somerset Stan Jane and Lola x

A hippy party on the beach Quickly descended into mayhem I left the gathering then As had no wish to get stoned or drunk Katherine Mills lived in the flat above me Eight Sedan Gardens in Putney We rarely spoke to each other Although I was aware that she was unemployed I worked at the…

My father remarried when I was fourteen His new bride was very beautiful And I longed to see her unclothed But this did not happen as she was modest And dressed sensibly in my company That was until the day of my sixteenth When she requested that I row her on the lake As the…