Kicking The Devil's Hairy Arse

 

Then Someone Said

​I thought I'd play the poetry game: words in rhythm (no chance of fame). Shyness prevailed, but undeterred, I told my plight of love deferred. Then...

The Legend of Spring-Heeled Jack

Come pull up a chair, pray sit you down. I’ll tell you a tale of London Town. A story to thrill and I won’t hold back about the legend of Spring-...

My Lost Youth

I’ve looked up and looked down, I’ve even done the okey-cokey and turned around, but I still don't know where my lost youth has gone. It was last...