Stuart Miller-Osborne

To suffer in silence As a boy poet Writes on my naked back I am his latest collection Which has been submitted Towards a literary prize He likes my breasts But thinks my bum Is too big for me To go very far in France I must stop picking up boy poets On Cross Channel […]

What are you doing Bruno Talking to you You have a pen in your hand So I have Are you writing a fiction How did you guess Mathematics It is all about mathematics What is the title of your tale Betty Goes Missing What genre Your thrillers are hard to put down Unlike your cat […]

How are you Clive Fine You look very happy I am Are you in love again Yes Then I am happy for you Her name is Kassie Where is she from Baltimore I have never been to Baltimore Neither had I until last week But you stayed with us I met my future wife in […]

We lay on our summer bed With a breeze caressing our love Robbie was still wearing his glasses As he was nearly blind without them Erotic Poems of Summer

Our garden is Blessed with colours You are the garden

Our garden is Full of colours You are the garden

Notre jardin est Plein de couleurs Tu es le jardin

Notre jardin est béni de couleurs Tu es le jardin

I walked into the slow river Wearing nothing but a shift The water was summer cool I was able to see my halt In the middle distance And sensed its final train

His head exploded Suddenly and without warning The Queen had been widowed I was soon aware of all the facts And wrote a very detailed book Which was burnt in front of me