Let’s be scientific, and look at hieroglyphicsThey’re really just daft pictures on the wallAnd now we have emojis on our phonesIt’s all about encryptionForget about the dictionWhen a smiley yellow face can say it all It’s shorthand for the massesWe…
We are all drug addictsMy old friends and meThe doctor is our dealerHe provides our scrip for free We very rarely see himWe hardly know his nameHe doesn’t know us eitherBut, supplies us all the same We have to meet…
I took a body to the beachI swear it was not mineThe costume, well, it used to fitI should have taken that as a sign I’d really worked so hardTo get myself in shapePerhaps I really should not have hadThat…
Yan, Tan, Tether,That’s way ti count tha sheepThat’s what mi Grandad telt me,Afore I went ti sleepFasten yat behint the,Tha musn’t let ’em strayNow; close thine eyes mi little un,and reest amongst fresh hay We’ve had a grand day, thee,…
This book is dedicated to my wife and to our life together. It contains poems and short stories of how we first met, our school days, our wedding, our marriage, our families and finally how I dealt with her death,…
I don’t do drugsI don’t backcomb my hairI don’t want to be famousBut it just isn’t fair I’m too bloody oldAnd nobody caresI write poems for funThat I now want to share The publishers tell meThat I’m far too oldThey…
I love skinny blondes, and I also love brunettesThe only trouble is I haven’t met the right one yetMaybe it’s a redhead, who will come and steal my heartOr a silver haired old lady, looking for a brand-new start Dating…
There was a man from ScotlandBorn in Glasgow by the seaHis given name was William,A Big Yin, wild and free He told stories from his homelandDressed up like the PopeMade us cry with laughterGave sad wee bastards hope Sang songs…
I chose my family carefully.Not because of some ascribed bloodline that I had no say in.I chose them, as they chose me, because we care about each other.Nothing so disingenuous as love.We have seen ourselves and each other.At our best.Our…
We all like magicBut, Sylvesters show was tragicWhen he tried to make his sister disappearThere were many loud bangsBright lights, and several clangsAnd all they ever foundWas his left shoe and her right ear. PJ.© 2024