A musing about the Boer war ,whilst tens of thousands were dying of disease and starvation because of lord kitchener's scorched earth policy he was heartbroken about losing his pet starling thank heavens he's not here to sort out the coronavirus .

The Westminster war of brexit has split a lot of blood onto the backbenchers but who will win the feudal few or the milky middle class crew .

The loss of a lion's mane is similar to that of a man's hair as it recedes they both become a little timid and tame loosing pride and prowess both these mammals are now out of the mating game .

A poem about an old rag and bone man who started out with just a horse and cart then after a life of skinflinting strife became very rich but even there upon acquiring great weath still retained his beggar man roots and rhetoric.

Twenty years ago it came as quite a shock when someone we knew became bisexual especially after they'd been such a lady killer and then became very much a maneater still what seemed a big squeal back then is now an every day done deal .

A poem about an angry old man who was released from his angst after he being given a course of oestrogen hormone therapy to combat prostate cancer freeing up his feminine side he's a much happier man now that he's let loose his lesbian libido .

My words may seem callous and cruel that's because they are taken from the comments emitted by the café clientele who share space with these poor disabled individuals By the grace of good fortune there walk we .

A song written for a disabled child who had the soul of a baby faul

his eyes were Bambi brown gentle as a fawn where as my reflecting soul, must have resembled a Quasimodo made of coal because whenever I looked at him he screamed a seagull squark and reared back in fear.

A musing about the private member's bills passed with British Parliamentary pomposity it sounds like a serious aural atrocity but it's usually diatribed by someone that's spieling through their own suppository .

A poem about a miserable neighbour called stan who once had everything a palace and a kingdom but then unfortunately he lost everything and was reduced to a normal man alas such a tragedy that he should hav't to fall amonst we the mere mortal clan .

They serve it up for breakfast all red and raw,

The news papers land like a fry up of blood and gore ,

you need the stomach of a matador to swallow down the cover stories carved out by these carnivores.