Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have lived on an airship For the past five years It is very comfortable Minyar and I want for nothing Everything is provided Including a canary Our income comes From advertising High in the skies

I often hear the songs Of the Echo Man Beside silent waterways As I walk with Doe Eyes We visit our parents Just once a year When the months are soft As our birthplace is far away

Mary and I stayed In a lovely cottage It was all very off grid And contained a painting Of a beautiful woman Who I immediately admired It was then that you quietly told me That I was only looking at dried paint

Think of it this way When Roger died So horribly and brutally In the trenches What did he find I would like to think That he found peace He did I think l find peace In a Silent Heaven

I am an artist but not in the traditional sense As I do not paint I do not draw and I cannot sculpt I do have some talent with my pen which is comforting And I fill glass bottles with bright found objects That are rather pleasant to look at on hot summer days This…

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