Stuart Miller-Osborne

Silly Boy Yes Were you responsible For the pornographic Drawing that was found On the red board Before Domestic Science Yes Do you realise what you have done Yes What have you got to say for yourself Baked Alaska Did you say Baked Alaska No Baked Alaska were ewe responsible For the pornographic drawing That […]

What are ewe reading Silly Boy A poem from Japan What is the subject Of the poem It concerns The story of a tree branch During its early stockbroker years What is the name of this tree branch Maureen That is my middle name

Silly Boy Yes Miss I hear that you will not be able to play in goal For the School XI Are you injured My name is Silly Boy Miss Bournemouth That is my name as well That is because you are my older sister Do you remember our baths together I have never bathed with […]

Where was he arrested Uxbridge They caught up with him there My father was not pleased And he was thrown into prison He will have to petition the King Do you love him Yes I do Will you wait for him That goes without question He writes well As I think I do I admire […]

It is raining in Italy at present Consistent heavy rain Stromboli is restless He hates waiting for trains The waiting room Is little more than a passage It is great in the summer But is cool and unfriendly On damp winter evenings

Did you hear That she who is not Cynthia Has gone all Caligula again Really What has happened She has totally turned Will this be to our advantage Possibly Explain What would you never do Give deadly weapons to lunatics That is quite obvious They are so totally unpredictable Although a reverse order does exist A […]

That is a hard question Sir My name is Stephen Sorry Sir Stephen I do not think that I will pass this exam You will Silly Boy The rumour about ewe being a slug Is just malicious gossip I do leave a slime trail in my bed Let us not go into that I think […]

I am standing on a railway platform that reflects the bright sun my train is about to leave you are beginning to say goodbye will I leave or will we walk together

You are sitting on an anonymous train One hundred miles away From this our shared bed I can feel every aching inch Of our sudden separation

The corruption of unknown antidotes Low walls under construction Nothing is hidden