Poems

Thoughts in verse

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Hi grandad. I realy love your poems!

PREVARICATION.

To tell a lie is still a sin no matter what disguise it's in. A terminalogical inexactitude; a lapse of moral turpitude, a fact dissembled, realigned, is actuality maligned.

PROCRASTINATION.

Will you? Won't you?

MY APPLE TREE.

Fairies? In the garden?......

HOMELESS

My contribution to the Homel;ess debate.

My Daddy Says.

My window looks into my garden, and down by the big holly tree is a very large patch of springy green moss where the Buddleia bush used to be.

TOBY’S LAMENT

Going to nursery school was always a bone of contention.

YOU & ME

I won't react to sneers or threats, to insult, jibe or epithets. I refuse point blank to run or hide from maniacs bent on suicide. I won't be told what I must say,

Ivoryfishbone's Question.

We never heard!