It could be worse Written on the gravestone In the unkept churchyard by the se… Other Dead people had it worse th… It’s no good feeling sorry for you…
Your weighing me down, with your t… You got me on the growling ground,… Your dressed with depressed, hold… A wallet road test, causes you to… And how can you cope, without your…
When music makes you look a fool And your deluded with being cool And your ears don’t register at al… And you sound like your singing Like a cat in a swimming pool
Clutched in sit, you are in the sc… Munching fielded flowers, in tickl… Jumping down on a road drill Built those sinews, in arms, up There you are, strangling a hurt c…
Triggering a dramatic chain of eve… With dim witted friends And exposing ignorance of transpla… To the flat like a cattle rancher Outside an engineers truck, loses…
The Amphibious Poet Deep down in the ocean Writing a poem on slate As the fish swim in motion Diving down for inspiration
On the road to my village in spring Where the donkeys graze and sheep dog growl And daffodils burst
My homes next door to the asylum In the garden there’s a cave full… The Mad Hatter and me are having… He’s in his 10/6 pence Hat And I’m feeding the Asylum Cat
He discovered childhood, dry Soma… A teenage wildlife officer with si… Met topical guests and Coal Scutt… Then wore a deaf aid as a Sotheby… His restoration of former Glassho…
I’m sitting in my Garden Of Joy And all my flowers are my toys A gardener who loves the rain and… I sometimes wonder how the world b… And I wonder how from a seed
An Undertaker Goes to the Docto… The Doctors asks “ what’s the pro… The Undertakers replies “ I feel… The Doctor replies “Well in your… “ your over doing it “, you need t…
I’m being Mesmerised by a Cat Fl… Watching my Cat Trumper Going through and Back
When your heads in a field of emot… And your eyes are in a dance floor… And sneak in a collaboration with… Whizzing round in the idleness Of… You clip in the depth and pull up…
As I explore the legacy of featur… The presenter lifts the lid on the… And a woman seeks the feel of her… As I sit disjointed making romper… Then I get a visit from a chef
In the grim stupor of darkness It hinders the slipping thoughts Of my mental universe As I scream the flops For the ratchet
