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There Was A Young Lady Named Yvette

There was a young lady named Yvette
Who owned a very strange pet.
It was a cross between a dog
And Farmer Giles’s prize hog,
And it sang Rule Britannia to the vet!

When The Blood Is Warm

When the blood
Is warm
We go with the flood
And think not of the swarm
That may hide
Inside.
For in the midst of pleasure’s sigh
We think not that we may die.

property

Sitting here in my home,
That I am proud to own
I ponder on this thing called property,
This mine and yours
(Protected by the laws)
That makes you and me
Free.

Even the dog will defend his territory
And the wise will leave his manky old bone
Alone
For Fido’s teeth
Have brought many a man to grief.

Lock said that property rights are inate
And a man owns what he does create.
The state
Should expropriate
The capitalists Marxists said
(and marked the expropriation with the dead).

Ownership of pro...

28 Of Poetry’s Most Powerful Lines Ever Written

Thank you to my friend for drawing this article to my attention, “28 Of Poetry’s Most Powerful Lines Ever Written”, http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/news/world-poetry-day-28-of-poetrys-most-powerful-lines-ever-written-a6944301.html. There are many of my favourites here, including Emily Dickinson’s”As I Could Not Stop For Death” and W. B Yeats’s “The Second Coming”.

There Was A Young Man Named Steve

There was a young man named Steve
Who married a girl called Eve.
I attended their wedding
Which took place in Reading,
And while there I eloped with Eve!

The Clocks Have Gone Back

At 2 am today (Sunday 29 October), the clocks went back one hour. This does, of course mean that I get an extra hour in bed. However, during the week it means that I leave in the dark for work and return home in the darkness (lucky old me)!

The clocks going back reminded me of my poem “The Clocks Have Gone Back”, which is reproduced below. Incidentally, in today’s technology dominated society, I only had to adjust the ancient battery operated talking alarm clock (purchased many years ago from...

A Disreputable Old Writer Named Howl

A disreputable old writer named Howl
Did the streets prowl
In search of inspiration,
Which led to dissipation
And caused the bishop to scowl!

The Role Of The Literary Agent

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This week “The Bottom Line”, on BBC Radio 4 examines the role of agents (literary and otherwise). The information on the BBC’s website reads as follows:

“This week the programme looks at the business of agents. What exactly do they do and are they adding value to their clients’ careers? Evan Davis discusses their role with three agents from the worlds of showbusiness, football and books. …”.

To listen to the programme please visit, http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b09b0wbl.

I Sing The Song Of Wrong And Right

I sing
The song
Of wrong
And right
At night
Heels bring
A fleeting joy
To some poor boy.

The morrow
May sorrow bring,
But tonight
I sing
Of what some call wrong,
And others right,
And of the light that glows
And shows
The road to heaven
And to hell
That many a poor wretch knows
All to well.

Curtains twitch
And gossips itch
To tell,
While the poet continues to sing of heaven,
And passion hot as hell

The Woodland Path

As I in melancholy thought stood
In yonder wood
My attention was caught
By a path of light.
Oh to take flight
Down that track
Without looking back.
But as I neared
That path disappeared,
And I do lack
The will to go forward or back.