Stuart Miller-Osborne

My violet coffee simmers in your cup  I refresh myself in your company  The winter is covering the summer fields  Just Jane of the Ambiguities 

We are an economic couple Comfortable but not rich Who live in a willow cottage That can be seen From the moon There is cinema nearby Which has a riverside garden In the summer punts pass by Our violet drapes Are often photographed By those who appreciate colour The tallest of the tour guides Lives […]

I had a dew dream last night  What is a dew dream Josie  It is a wet dream for girls  Songs of Fun  What was it about  We were in this very room  Each of us was quite naked  And sitting in similar positions  Explain  Three ravens and a songbird  It sounds like that you […]

My dear heart  Never think that  You are better than others  Listen to their sorrows  And treat them with compassion 

My Ash Hunt House  Is haunted by red ghosts  They seem so ordinary  As they pass from room2room  I do not sleep 

Joe  I read this in a newspaper  It seems that a chap torched a care home  You know the places which are full of those awful creatures   In wheelchairs who shout at people in the streets  They are normally wheeled around by their niggers or other illegals   One sees them each day especially in Henley on Thames   […]

Helena and I visited Robin Hoods Bay  In the eighteenth century  It was very popular with smugglers I quickly adopted a love of its steep streets  And bleak stone cottages  Whilst Helena loved the rock strewn beach  Winter Travellers  Sharing Toast 

Time passes green  In South Brent  Mrs Smith  Southerly winds  Bring no chill  Our bell is silent 

If that politician opens  His trash mouth again  I will visit  The Hit Man and Her As I am told  That there is a 241 Christmas offer  Plus a mince pie 

She speaks to me weakly from the past Her frozen words hang in the night air  The hollow trees have lost their echo I sense ice on her blue velvet dress