Cherry

Another Man's Treasure

A square peg in this dump-it-get-a-new-one age.

A Big White Dog

This is my first for ABCTales. It's a poem I wrote a few months back and re-edited. It's a tribute to my dog. Please throw rocks at the computer screen now...

The Old Oak Tree.

About an old oak tree.Not one of my better poems.

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a quotation
Cherry

Slip Skin

Slip skin (17th September, 2008, 1.15pm) I sharpen the carving knife, poise it above another life, make the first incision, and with the first blood drawn comes the knowledge that

Those new shoes!

Admitadly this isn't one of my best but it helped pass the time so I thought I'd share.
Cherry

My Janky Renden Mind

Come hither drongal ryabean and show me your stigglyeye But curb thy rambunkcious nepatoire and sing bunjar 'You are You are' We'll dine at noon we'll joob and charn

Juices

my juices are flowing I can't stop putting pen to paper the headache won't stop me the misery won't stop me the happiness won't stop me I have both misery and happiness at the same time

no word thief

I thought they might have nicked my little WH Smith black book when I visited the loo I left it there on the table tempting wrong 'uns along with my half drunk pint and bag of peanuts
Cherry

The Ukulele Lady

In Burnley. A wet, Friday afternoon. October slate sky, and the car park is full. Kerbed on a backstreet, the ukulele lady. Applying lipstick, a cadet hat, for the lost boys in the room.

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