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October 1, 2018

When A Young Man Called Kirt

When a young man called Kirt
Borrowed his girlfriend’s skirt.
His brother Guy
Said, with a sigh,
“You look better in tie and shirt!”.

When a young man called Kirt
Borrowed his girlfriend’s skirt.
His partner Lou
Said “don’t wear my shoe,
As those stilettos they really hurt!”.

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Published on October 01, 2018 05:18

September 30, 2018

“The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, an update regarding the forthcoming audio edition

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On 3 September 2018, I published “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” as an e-book, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GD1LBMV/.

I am pleased to announce that I have now found a narrator for the audio edition of “The Writer’s Pen” and I’m looking forward to working with Alex Lee, and hope that the audio version will be available in time for Christmas.

Alex can be found here, https://www.alexleeaudio.uk and here, https://www.acx.com/narrator?p=AUB7ELH213R4M.

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For the audio edition of my collection of...

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Published on September 30, 2018 09:27

A Short Analysis of John Keats’s ‘To Autumn’

Interesting Literature

‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’: John Keats wrote many a memorable and arresting opening line in his short life, but his opening to his great poem ‘To Autumn’, one of his finest odes, is perhaps his most resonant of all. On one level a straightforward evocation of the season of autumn, ‘To Autumn’ (or ‘Ode to Autumn’ as it is sometimes known) is also a poem that subtly reflects the early nineteenth-century context in which it was written. Such contemporary al...

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Published on September 30, 2018 07:51

September 29, 2018

There Was A Young Lady Called Meg

There was a young lady called Meg
Who laid a very large egg.
When the journalists came round
They found nothing profound
As Meg was pulling their leg …!

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Published on September 29, 2018 13:51

Hooks

He in his naughty
Forties,
She eighteen or so.
The lamps burn low
As they hang their coats on a hook
And sit down to dine.

The waitress pours wine
Into their glasses
And looks
At hooks
That gleam in the lamp’s low light.
There will be no need for passes
Tonight.

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Published on September 29, 2018 08:43

September 28, 2018

Nonsense Verse – Guest Post by Kevin Morris…

Many thanks to Chris the Story Reading Ape for offering me the opportunity to guest post on his blog.

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

I have, for as long as I can remember, taken pleasure in nonsense poetry or verse. But what, exactly is nonsense poetry?

The online edition of The Oxford Dictionary defines nonsense poetry as follows:

NOUN

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(Originally) whimsical or nonsensical verse; (later) the genre of poetry that includes nonsense verse such as limericks, as well as loos...

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Published on September 28, 2018 17:18

Friday Humour

There was a young man of Doncaster
Who decided his wall to plaster.
He drank lots of beer
Which made him feel queer
And led to a plaster disaster!

When a naughty young lady called Bess
Stole a little black dress
A store detective named Guy
Said, with a sigh
“You’ll look great in that little black dress …!”.

A pretty young lady called Nell
Rang upon my bell.
I was elsewhere at the time
Composing an intricate rhyme
As I did her large boyfriend tell …

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Published on September 28, 2018 00:15

September 27, 2018

Interviewed on BBC Radio London!! Speaking out about past sexual abuse

Jennie Ensor: Exploring the realms of psychological fiction

It has been a breathless, emotional and at times almost overwhelming ten days since the launch of THE GIRL IN HIS EYES on the 18th.

Live interview

My interview on the Jo Good show on BBC Radio London finally happened this Tuesday (25 September) after two frustrating delays. It was my third radio interview in just over a week (the first with Alan Robson on Radio Metro then one with BBC Radio Tees). But this was my first live one in a...

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Published on September 27, 2018 05:30

September 26, 2018

Prelude

Tis easy to forget
Regret
In a girl’s bright eyes.
For betwixt her life-giving thighs
Man for a moment dies
In love or lust.

‘Tis a prelude
Ere he does conclude
Where dust
Does replace
The girl’s pretty face
And man is bust.

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Published on September 26, 2018 23:07

September 25, 2018

There Was A Young Lady Called Hocking

There was a young lady called Hocking
Who’s morals were truly shocking.
When she dated a man named Ed
And my brother called Fred,
Their wives they came aknocking!

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Published on September 25, 2018 22:35