Stuart Miller-Osborne

Richard and Elisabeth were sitting in a small coffee bar that overlooked the River Thames The day was dying and the street lights were beginning to illuminate the busy roads Tell me about the suicide you witnessed last week I know some facts but not all Was it horrible? No Would you have been able […]

I was sitting in my car Opposite a rubber factory That was above a river In my mirror I saw a policewoman coming towards me Is this your car sir? Yes I have reason to believe that you have been driving it illegally What makes you say that? I saw you drive into this car […]

During the long days of English summer The dust of its lanes is almost still And hangs in the pilgrims air Like gold dust from a perfect heaven   England is a right merry land of all on earth it is the best Richard of Gloucester  

You are still attractive but you are so diseased Sores fester of your much travelled cunt Poor decisions were made for you By people stupid and corrupt by design But your condition is not terminal Your health can be retrieved Just choose your sleeping partners with care And I will remove you from these sordid […]

I called my car American Pascal She was a 1958 Cadillac Eldorado I used to park her near the palms trees That fronted the beach Whilst I wrote the Great American Novel But whilst fame always avoided me As my English was poor I never grew tired of American Pascal With her white and black […]

You know I find these vending machines so tiresome They are meant to be tiresome What time is the next train? In about ten minutes It is the last Dover train of the day I am going home at last Are you excited? Very I am going to meet my distant descendants I think I […]

Indian Bride No good will come of your voyage You will die in an estuary town In England’s first county     Pocahontas and her husband John Rolfe were returning to Virginia in March 1617 but only got as far as Gravesend as Pocahontas had become seriously ill After being taken ashore she died soon […]

You died in this estuary town On your return voyage Miles from your original home   The location of your grave is unknown As your father’s church was consumed by flames Only your statue remains   Everybody visits you But few remember you     There is a life size statue of Pocahontas at Saint […]

The Trail Monkey always rides In the final wagon Of the train He is tasked To look out for          Red Indians             But they are far away        

When I was thirteen years old I received a plastic table football set as a Christmas present This gift took my imagination and I soon arranged a match between Chelsea and Real Madrid I designed a programme and purchased a trophy for the big game Chelsea won the match 5-3 with Peter Osgood scoring twice […]