Friday, October 31, 2008


A wannabe singer called Trevor
Entered a contest to sing, yeah?
But, like, he didn’t win it
It was rigged, innit
It was crap, he came last, whatever!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

School Staffrooms 1

On Dressing Up As A Nursery Rhyme Character day
When you wrote
cot cit on your cheeks -
didn’t you realise
that when writing in the mirror
you had to reverse the letters?

!yllis tiwt

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Oddments 1

I worry about getting thin.
I think it’s my age.
My friends are very portly
And some are slowing down.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

A Couple of Poems Written in Forest Hill


Five sleek black limousines
Sweep around the corner
Balloons bobble
On the roof of the first car
Spelt in flowers
On the casket


She came out of the house
Holding her broken jaw
Her husband
Helped her to the car
Arm around her
Protecting her from the prying neighbours
Who bang on the walls
In the early hours
When the whisky
Takes over