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Out Of Time

I see a line
Of pert
Girls who flirt.
But I find
That they have time
On their mind.

On hot nights
They pass in tites
Or with legs bare.
Black or white
I do not care.
But when clocks chime
We are out of time.

Beer in the library

I have long been a fan of traditional pubs, and when one adds into the mix a library, the Westow House is definitely my kind of establishment.

Some 25 minutes walking distance from my home in Crystal Palace, stands the Westow, a traditional pub. I haden’t visited the place for a while however, on Sunday 2 September I decided to treat myself to a good old-fashioned pub roast and a pint. I got to the Westow at approximately 12:30 as I wanted to gain a seat in a quiet corner with plenty of room...

I Know A Young Lady Called More

I know a young lady called More
Who all the men adore.
When she flutters her eye
All gentlemen sigh
But she rarely gives them more …

I know a young lady called More
Who all the men adore.
Each night at bedtime
I compose a rhyme,
Which always makes her snore!

I know a young lady called More
Who all the men adore.
My friend Louise
Is a terrible tease
But she’s nothing compared to More!

I know a young lady called More
Who tied me up at 4.
Her husband Ken
Came home at 10
And kicked me out the d...

“The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” is now available for purchase in the Kindle store

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I am pleased to announce that my collection of poems, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” is available for purchase in the Amazon Kindle store.

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You can listen to a podcast of my interview on Vancouver Co-op Radio’s The World Poetry Reading Series, in which I discuss (and read from) “The Writer’s Pen”, by following this link, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=13500. Please note, my interview begins approximately 10 minutes into the podcast.

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There Was A Young Lady Called Kate

There was a young lady called Kate
Who married my very best mate.
When a girl named Lou
Wed him too
The judge had my mate on a plate!

There Was A Young Lady Called Kate

There was a young lady called Kate
Who married my very best mate.
When a girl named Lou
Married him too
I ran away with that young lady Kate …

There Was A Young Man Called Pete

There was a young man called Pete
Who dated a girl with bare feet.
As she walked down the wedding aisle
The congregation did smile
As she had no shoes on her feet!

There Was A Young Lady Of Berlin

There was a young lady of Berlin
Who played the violin.
The dogs they would howl
At her playing most foul
So they drummed her out of Berlin!

There Was A Young Man Named Neil

There was a young man named Neil
Who borrowed his girlfriend’s high heel.
It suited him so well
That a journalist called Nell
Wrote a story about Neil’s high heel …

There Was A Young Man Named Howl

There was a young man named Howl
Who kept a pet barn owl.
When the bird hooted at night
It gave him a fright
And he called it a name most foul!