Stuart Miller-Osborne

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry For he is the servant of the Living God Duly and daily serving him. I have left Kit’s book on a train Which was careless of me Kitty Kitty Kitty Kitty That is your new name Jeoffry I do hope that God approves Or that the book is…

Where is the cat That is a silly question But there are some Who state that 2+2=5 I like the Blue Blinds The Kitty has had Its 15 minutes of Fame

One of my happiest memories of you Is when you met me at the railway station Wearing only a long raincoat and sensible shoes We sat on the stairs leading to platform two And shared a coffee and a small candle cake It was my birthday and when it was quiet You would part your…

Why are looking at the saucepan Alison I am trying to find my reflection Is the water boiling Yes Then you will never see your reflection What are you doing Alisson I am watching the Cup Final Has anybody scored Yes it is one nil Would you like a cup of tea at half rime…

I have always considered That the sins of our fathers Have shaped the way we live now Their mistakes still create pain Ours is a malignant inheritance

Both Pushkin and Lermontov Died as result of duels No duels are fought these days As they are quite illegal Which is a little sad As duels attract me greatly I have a difficult personality And find offence with many people I would like to face them all One by one in duels And then…

As many of you know I write poetry which I publish on my website but I have noticed that on occasions people have contacted me and said that they have found this or that poem offensive. I never answer these people because it is obvious that do not understand the work. When I write I…

On the 2nd of June 1963  I travelled between Bath and Bishops Stortford  Sixty years later (minus a day)  On the 1st of June 2023 I travelled between Deal and Folkestone  Which is little odd  As I was born on the  17th of September 1973 

Tomas purchased three coloured shells One for George One for Annie And one for me To remind us of the sea

This will be only a short account Because not much actually happened In the July of 1959 my father and I were driving back From my aunt’s house in North Bedford As she had suffered an unlucky accident We were on the Bedford Road Which ran between Stoke and Bedford It was a straight stretch…