COMEDY

The birds and bees are leaving their flowers and trees to join in order to join us us in lapping up our left overs, they'll hardly be floaty lite on the breeze after eating our fast food of  sleaze .

A short sketch about a Christmas bash with the old deaf relatives, cooking programs, and war movies on alternative TV stations, with their daughter trying to talk in between both of them without success.

A short poem for Todd's forth birthday his name means the fox although the only thing I've seen him foraging for are chocolate lollipop from the icebox .

The old post office Harrogate is located about a century behind Greenwich mean time, the pensioners there are disciplinarians by design if you slip out of sync or cross the red line then these old soldiers would quickly bark you back into the align.

Humorous little sketch I wrote for Jeanine who was going to see strictly come dancing live in Leeds I wrote the sketch after listening to two old men complaining about the aches and pains in witherspoons Darlington it's narrated in their yorkshire accents, the photo is from strictly come dancing the same night in Leeds sent by JEANINE .

A musing about the Boer war whilst tens of thousands were dying of desease and starvation due to lord Kitchener's scorched earth policy he himself was heartbroken about losing his pet starling thank heavens he's not here sorting out the coronavirus .

A short piece I wrote to celebrate the 50th birthday of Nick Fisher a dear friend of mine, I've narrated it in a thick Yorkshire accent due to his Dewsbury routes.

All Medieval religions outlawed usury as a sin, profit of any kind wasn't allowed it still stands as a judgement against you today the road to PERDITION is going to be litered with alot of the  righteous as well as the devil's detritus .

This is a poem i wrote about the catastrophic creations cause through having too much cosmetic surgery leaving so many a patient in the perpetual state of a reconstructive purgatory the surgeons are called the picasso's of the plastique, well they certainly end up with a foot an mouth or a tongue-in-cheek , they sculpture and scalpel at something that once started out as the face of the fantastic...

I have been scratching scribe to script and burning tallow onto table in order to bring you a fabulously free A to Z of poetry.