The House Of Mr Owl

Thirteen portly pigs sat around a dining room table, dressed in their finest evening wear. All of them strangers to each other, with no notable similarities to each other

Maternity Leave

There was a girl whose name we all know, She was sick of work and didn’t want to go So she overslept, and she faked being sick, But they caught on to each and every trick

Trolls and Witches and Old Grey Wolves

There once was this little boy, and he was lost in the woods He wandered trail after trail, he was so scared These were the days of Trolls and Witches and Old Grey Wolves

Underwater (I.P.)

I tried a story for a change
Cherry

Risk Street5

cop shop talk

Fork In The Road - updated draft

A first draft of song lyrics - it is amazing what listening to some great new music does for me. More to follow...

Let Me Out

A chilling Edgar Alan Poe type poem about a gravedigger lamenting the day he buried someone alive. Probably the few poems I am proud to showcase.
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Innocence Lost

There was once upon a time, When all my poetry, seemed to rhyme But life, in its funny way, Has robbed my innocence, and I say,,,, FUCK IT!!!!!

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