A poem I wrote for a woman who lost the love of her life only to marry someone who couldn't replace or replicate her first love so ending up living in some festering union of hate .

A poem for a dear friend of mine who's charismatic appeal with women is so legendary that it led to him receiving a pseudonym of The Valley Drive Lady Killer even whilst laid on the surgeons slab awaiting a serious operation he was still able to twirl the attention of a young nurse who was at the time wet shaving him of all body hair ready for his open heart surgery.

A poem about the busiest train in the whole of Britain and Europe the 7.22 to from Woking to Waterloo a hundred million passengers pass through Waterloo each year which makes for some terrifying or tantalising flesh to flesh point's of view .

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 sloth is portrayed as the epitome of laziness but this little arboreal adaption turns out to be a perfect green dream a hairy little leaf eating machine that has a zero carbon footprint and could save the world all on its own we would do well to put a little of the sinful slow sloth back in our own fast food life styles in order to try and save our poor planet .

Today the cardinal sin that we call greed was ultimately born out of the necessity for us to gorge and feed whilst trying to out run a savage predatory rival in what was the flight or fight of our stone age survival, greed also ment that we could sire and seed across a much stronger lineage to the next burgeoning member of our breed; later religion took over the lead and ordained that its newly found christian creed should be brought to heel and made to heed in order that it's gluttonous heathen soul be freed through abstinence and fasting allowing at last for its salvation to succeed .

A musing about giving your offspring a strong polysyllabic sounding name something to inspire them to aspire towards fortune and fame.

For someone who's fifty something plus tax and sexually straight it's quite hard to understand all the new sexual genderisations that are now taking place but as they always say let love rule .

A musing about my father's experience aboard a super cruise liner where he and most of the old Badgers contracted some terrible infection that almost killed them and this was before the Covid Cruise Lines came along, interestingly you can see how you could end up with a Marie Celeste .

A short poem about lust that seemingly deadly sin that if the devil be shamed and the truth told is an instinctive desire that we all carry within .