Category Archives: Poetry

I found the tent It seems quite big I thought I’d got it wrong I hadn’t, it’s a yurt I’d been told it was a tent This must be it It should travel in time Let’s give it a go … Continue reading →

Wee Johnathan, with your curly hair – Your incomplete linguistics. And Paul, a tool there is no higher – A face like broken biscuits.   Your shorter than your brother John, And generally more insipid. But at least your sycophancy … Continue reading →