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My Friend, Who Is Extremely Brave

My friend, who is extremely brave
Spent the night on a murderer’s grave.
I am somewhat more circumspect
But have the greatest respect
For my friend who slept on that grave!

When An Owl

When an owl who’s name is Lou

Said, “TO-WIT, TO-WHOO”,

A vicar named Ted

Jumped out of bed

And made her a pot of stew!

 

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When a lady by the name of Lou

Said, “TO-WIT, TO-WHOO”,

Her boyfriend John

Said, “you are so far gone.

I suggest you move to a zoo”!

 

There Was A Young Lady Called Natasha

There was a young lady called Natasha
Who purchased a potato masher.
But when the darned thing broke
She said, “what a joke,
I shall have to use my gnasher”!

Update to my ‘About’ page

I have updated my ‘About’ page to include a brief biography (which was previously lacking). I have also added a further photograph taken in January 2019, but have retained the earlier photograph which shows me with friends and my guide dog Trigger. You can find the updated ‘About’ page here.

Free Book Promotions

My books ‘Sting in the tail and other stories’ and ‘An act of mercy and other stories’ will soon be available to download for free from the Kindle store.

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AN ACT OF MERCY AND OTHER STORIES: A collection of dark and intriguing tales encompassing blackmail, murder and sex.

‘An act of mercy and other stories’ will be available from January 15th – 19th. For ‘An act of mercy and other stories’ please visit here for the US and here for the UK.

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STING IN THE TAIL AND OTHER STORIES: A collection of s...

The Charm Of A Girl’s Bare Arm

The charm
Of a girl’s bare arm
Says far more
Than the hardest hardcore.

‘A Dirge’: A Poem by Christina Rossetti

Interesting Literature

This poem, ‘A Dirge’, is not one of Christina Rossetti’s absolute classics, but a phrase from it has had a new lease of life in the last few years: J. K. Rowling borrowed ‘the cuckoo’s calling’ from the poem and used it as the title for one of her novels. As its title suggests, ‘A Dirge’ is a poem of mourning about a loved one who has died.

A Dirge

Why were you born when the snow was falling?
You should have come to the cuckoo’s calling,
Or when grapes are green in the...

When We Die

When we die
I wonder where all our lust
Love and hate Goes?
Who knows?
But methinks
That he who drinks
From Hades stream
Is lost in a dreamless dream
With other dust.

The Hungry Hound

Recently I was talking with my family regarding my guide dog, Trigger. During that conversation my sister, Jane mentioned how a colleague had written a humorous poem about Trigger. Although I have not seen this poem, my sister’s mention of it reminded me of my own poem, which is reproduced below.

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The below poem is dedicated to my guide dog Trigger, and my generous colleagues who, from time to time sacrifice their lunch to a hungry canine.

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I am Trigger.
My stomach is bigge...

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There was no tea
Just those 2 and me
Making 3.

We 3
did play
A game.

One name
I remember, though the day
And date
Is long forgot.

The evening was not hot,
and they left late.
And I remember the game
But not her name.