Yet I have the power

To bring him to me in an ugly room full of poker-faced strangers.

I close my eyes and find him, this beautiful boy.

MLCC sounds quite edgy,

A band you’d see on MTV.

Reality disappoints somewhat,

Just plain old inflammation in the gut.

Grandma, such a glamourpuss,

Had famous friends, Brigitte Bardot.

My tables went into one ear,

Then out the other, maths diarrhea!

Sunrays whirl piercing the black,

A stage set for an opera.

“Those sneaky frogs had waterbeds,

They used our lily pads for sex!

We had to act, this was a bitch!

Now tadpoles swam among the fish!

The Wizard

A Rap For Carnations

A Quick Poem About Chocolate

There’s a screenplay in development!

The Centerfold

Not really a poem!

A bit like The Canterbury Tales. But in Ibiza. With a superstar!

Don’t mess with Laura!

A POEM ABOUT NEEDLES!

A horse called Qrac

A quick poem on a wild, wet and windy day

TUMMY TROUBLE

ALL THE PRETTY THINGS

A POEM FOR ROLAND TONG