Stuart Miller-Osborne

I live near an ancient castle Which has a white flagpole This is repainted once a year Scaffolding is erected This happened last year But will not happen this year As I am now dancing in Torino

What would you get If you stuck a light bulb Up your arse Arrested

How many flies does it take To screw in a light bulb I don’t know As I have never asked them

I live near an ancient castle Which has a white flagpole This is repainted once a year Scaffolding is erected This happened last year But will not happen next year As Eileen is dozing on her bed She is wearing very little Her attention has been attracted By a mushroom cloud in the distance

My wife is a musician and teaches at summer schools She took gold at the Japanese Olympic Games And is still celebrated within the sport We have combined our ancient family names As a lasting commitment to each other This has made our families very happy Jackie Lover Briggs

I do not excel at many things But I do have a very accurate eye And was invited to an archery school Set deep within the southern hills It was there that I met Barbara Briggs Whose talent was legendary She had been asked to represent her country But declined as her first love was […]

An unmade road Runs in front Of my house It protects me From the sea

a glossy magazine discarded on a towel your breasts are famous but anonymous on this beach nobody cares erotic poems of summer

grey granite smoothed by each passing storm the breakwater seemed a good place to rest we shared iced tea and applied sun oil the day was beginning to melt Erotic Poems of Summer

What are doing here Sorry I am lost Why are you lost Because I live in Paris This is not Paris I can see that Is this your swimming pool I share it with my sister Do you share your villa Yes It was bequeathed to both of us You say you are lost I […]