INVICTUS
A short poem I wrote in the Churchillian style as a rousing battle cry to charge our team to victory.
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A short poem I wrote in the Churchillian style as a rousing battle cry to charge our team to victory.
Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch she's to demand that the incredibly rich dumped that expensive pieces of kitsch , they fly to the...
The birds and bees have joined us from the flowers and trees you find them at Macdonald's an champagne bars lapping up our left over cream t...
A musing for a wonderful women we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked for a birthday card poem and caused me a writer's b...
Growing up in a witches coven with all of them casting spells over everything and everyone I couldn't understand the horoscope stars then or...
A song for a love honey we called Ann Summers due to her working there, she asked me for a birthday card poem and caused me a writer's block...
A musing written for lily age 9 and her cat Sean who's got terribly fat due to been neutered, he's put on a lot of weight I've narrated it i...
Another crazy sketch about the life of Thornton Harding the junior an aristocrat who's mad about his pets , he calls them by the strangest n...
A poem about falling into destitution especially ex soldiers and sailors who you find in the beggars brigade of most British towns, how easy...
This is a musing I wrote after listening to my father who'd been conscripted into the British army during the second world war, you can quit...
A short minute musing about how if you infect a friend's computer with a virus they treat it as if you have infected them with the clap .
Sooner than later we as a species will have to address our crazy situation of over population , due to land perishing and pollution in the f...
Living as belfry bats fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics we shared shrink spiel and serotonin Smarties , arriving at all the piss, powd...
A song written for my God-son Todd who aged five wanted a tune about a flea .
Living as an artist's muse you can understand the expression of The Doom in the room what artist's don't realise is that there ego's can be...
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A musing about the private member's bills passed with rousing British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds as if they're committing a serious a...
Looking at some tramps in cider park I felt so sorry for them but more so for their poor starving pets as their masters swill down cider and...
Living our lives as nocturnal belfry bats fuelled by booze and nose gay narcotics we'd flutter back at dawn after sharing shrink spiel and s...
A poem about my father's time aboard a super cruise liner where all the old badgers caught a virus very similar to Covid and almost died .
Buying power tools at the hardware store and then attempting some DIY, you may as well arm yourself with a weapon of war and become yet anot...
The English aristocrats are completely crazy. One used to ride around his country estate on a giraffe-drawn dray and kept giant tortoises. H...
A short sketch about a friend who was always in the dry out clinic or a shrink clink where he would telephone and try to explain what his ps...
A poem I wrote for my father who was born in 1926 and now similar to an old model T ford motor car needs constant tinkering and maintenance...
A musing about our Star Trek scientists who make it sound like our intergalactic fate is just a walk through a subway station into some suba...
The birds and bees are leaving their flowers and trees to join in order to join us us in lapping up our left overs, they'll hardly be floaty...
A short sketch about a Christmas bash with the old deaf relatives, cooking programs, and war movies on alternative TV stations, with their d...
A short poem for Todd's forth birthday his name means the fox although the only thing I've seen him foraging for are chocolate lollipop from...
The old post office Harrogate is located about a century behind Greenwich mean time, the pensioners there are disciplinarians by design if y...
Humorous little sketch I wrote for Jeanine who was going to see strictly come dancing live in Leeds I wrote the sketch after listening to tw...
A musing about the Boer war whilst tens of thousands were dying of desease and starvation due to lord Kitchener's scorched earth policy he h...
A short piece I wrote to celebrate the 50th birthday of Nick Fisher a dear friend of mine, I've narrated it in a thick Yorkshire accent due...
All Medieval religions outlawed usury as a sin, profit of any kind wasn't allowed it still stands as a judgement against you today the road...
This is a poem i wrote about the catastrophic creations cause through having too much cosmetic surgery leaving so many a patient in the perp...
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