Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am standing where Dick Turpin Was executed In 1739 A blue bus Has just passed by Tyburn York Tyburn York Tyburn York Three Brothers Were aboard The blue bus I am having dinner With them This evening

Is that your real name Yes Why did you kill the minister Because Rory Red Was in Bed What was your reasoning I am an existentialist Even though my name is Sparkle Blue Are you a pony No a sea horse Why did you do it Because Mr Full of Holes Was corrupt A liar […]

Interview Good Morning Stuart Good Morning Maureen Mo It says Maureen on your badge I prefer to be called Mo That is strange as I prefer to be called SMO Those are your initials So they are I think we have connected I believe we have May I ask you a question Yes Are you […]

I was in North London today sitting on a bench When I saw a very beautiful woman Wearing a white blouseAnd a short brown skirt She smiled at me I smiled back She was carrying a book of my poetry And asked me to sign it I agreed but only if she would sign my […]

Little is known about Matheus Salte’s relationship With Lucy The Countess Von Teck As they corresponded for just thirteen years Before it was broken off by her husband Yet it left behind a legacy of over one hundred watercolours Which ranged from moonlit landscapes to dramatic storms From summer fantasies to commands of the Northern […]

I am standing quietly in The Gardens of Stanley With Tamara my dog This is my last week in Berlin

I am standing quietly in The Gardens of Stanley With Tamara my dog Many people stroll Through these gardens But do not wonder Of its English name I am a direct descendant of Oliver Stratten Stanley Who once owned a nearby house That was destroyed during the war These beautiful gardens Are all that really […]

“I t’ink”Said Hink-Y Dink,“I’ll take a drink I found this rhyme stuck To the shitty arse Of a half dead cat On Hampstead Heath It meant little to me As I have no interest In feline backsides But then I investigated its history It seems that when Michael Kenna died in 1946 He left some […]

The buoyancy of drowned men Is a subject not much discussed By priests over breakfast

All life revolves around The Black Bull Inn Today I was due to host A Poetry Slam Event But this will be dry As my delivery is late Due to an accident On the motorway The Black Bull Inn Is popular with city workers Including the neurotic ones Such as Lynn Acott Baimes (Lynn Ascot […]