Stuart Miller-Osborne

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 […]

Sleeping on the golden railway platforms Is not as bad as it is made out to be Think of it You always have company and see plenty of trains Sometimes kind people give you alms Others tell you how much God loves you Whilst some just call you a cunt and tell you to fuck […]

Scarborough Sister Miss Lister Scarborough sister I have missed her Beloved sister   This mysterious rhyme dropped from the pocket of John Wilkes Booth soon after he assassinated Abraham Lincoln Historians have tried to decipher the code but have achieved little success   Miss Lister Scarborough sister Please fist her I have missed her   […]

There is a garage above the town Which I own I often sit on the forecourt Near to the Esso pumps And listen to Army of Hardcore By Scooter It tells me to Start the War Cause we are on the floor I do not understand the lyrics But like the music Which is enough […]

You are half broken A —–series—– of —–dotted—— lines —— Are you alone with your love? I have my doubts  

My daughter is far more beautiful Than your shabby daughters I do not fear your sea monster As Andromeda will be rescued By the invisible Perseus Who will then marry her sweetly   In Greek mythology Cassiopeia the mother of Andromeda boasted that her lovely daughter was more beautiful that the Nereids To punish her […]

I have a painting of Andromeda Hanging from my office wall She is naked and chained to a rock And is awaiting the invisible Perseus In view of this I leave my office door Slightly open when I am not working