A short poem written about the money monsters in the city of London thay feed the needy to the greedy down on London's squire mile all the while with their wry smirk and smile hence why this rapacious reptile called Mr mercantile .

A poem I wrote for my father, who was born in 1926 and is now similar to a motor car, needing constant tinkering to keep him up and running. I've done my best to capture his gasping Yorkshire accent. He was born in the days of horse and cart, starting work at the age of twelve in the steel mills on the east side of the iron river. He mentioned that not only were the steel drays pulled by the huge shire horses, but during the Second World War, they also used elephants from the zoo due to the lack of trucks and fuel. For a boy of twelve, it was a terrifying experience walking past these huge rumbling beasts that were stabled under the railway arches. Each time a train rumbled over the viaduct, these massive mammals would bellow out their deafening roars.

A poem written about my rolly Polly fat flat mate who lost a massive amount of weight slimming down from 21 stones to 12 becoming ever so serious and slim I've taken his place by becoming fat and happy obviously you do become the company you keep .

It's about time the human realised that a tree is flesh and blood not just timber or a price of wood , these beautiful living entities give us shelter shade and our lifesaving breath ,without them we are condemning our selves to a curtain death

A poem about a very beautiful woman called Claudia who's powerful persona ricochete around us like a midnight thunder , on first meeting she would still and seduce ya with her silent stare of medusa .

A deadly sin this jade eyed Jekyll our secret  schadenfreude that hides within waiting to hatch out into its true reptilian skin .

The building blocks of life are made from nucleic acids , Lysergic acid has also been around since the dawn of time doubtless it would have been eaten by our early primate mammalian species in the form of magic mushrooms so increasing hallucinogenic and conscious brain capability hence where the homo sapiens may have got their synaptic kick start from.

A poem I wrote to commemorate the courage of Christine the first transexual beauty queen who back in 1953 decided bravely to have her gender reassigned to its rightful sexuallity in order that she may be set free from the burden of having to live with her very unwanted masculinity, but it would be a long haul from the first roll of that snowball before the gay community finally made they're stand for equality at the Inn we now know as stonewall.

A poem written for a crazy young woman who I fell hopelessly in love with during the summer of 1992 whilst working in the South of France aboard yachts in the port of Antibes . Together we stayed in a huge stone pile called the chateau Laval courtesy of Jack et Michelle Olga was a green-eyed goddess with olive skin and a temper that she'd borrowed from the dog cerberus , I was a dotting fool but hay to everyone who's ever suffered from the lightning strike of love at first sight or as the Italians call it "amoure a prima vista" or in the French" le coupé de foudre", all I can say is that like myself i hope that you've never recovered and never do because it's a beautiful feeling of being processed by the madness of passion.

Another eccentric sketch delving into the life of Thornton Harding Jr., an aristocrat with an intense passion for his pets. He bestows upon them the most peculiar names, like his dog, Greyfriars Warton Benson. It's worth noting that this canine companion is permitted to engage in all manner of activities, including lounging on his master's lap and taking the wheel of his car.