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A quick song I wrote for lily's 13th birthday . Senorita Liliana, they say you were born in Nirvana with a spirit and karma as cool as the dalai Lama . But I think your soul was made somewhere in Havana

A tune I wrote for a Bambi brown eyed girl who sells The big issue outside Morrisons I always end up giving her my money and then I give her the magazine back she only needs to inscribe that look of grief she could take the shirt from my back .

A song for all my religious friends who keep telling me I should come and join the congregation and learn how to pray . I thought a sort of powerful sung prayer come requiem my attempt to celebrate Jerry my wonderful worldly wise lay preacher and also J B the Irish Cannon from trinity college who I shared spirit and space with . Amen to both of you . I hope you both made it across.

A song I wrote about how computer viruses are getting more like human STDs with the massive download of porn and digital dating a shared cyber syphilis may one day be widespread even perhaps jumping across onto us. The Anna kornikova virus went world wide due to so many down loads.

A living monument of mystery Robin Hoods oak is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history , a thousand years of silent still sophistry , with all its empty holes and hollow the winter winds howl through her creating a mournful sound of sadness and sorrow.

Hidden in her locked silver box were her secret letters of love from a dead American pilot who in a moment of war when passion was in fashion she fed her heart red and raw to his hungry dog of amour .

A song for a dear friend of mine supertramp who had a unique way of curing his halitosis by drinking your bathroom cabinet bare , mixing aftershave aperitifs and cough medicine cognacs , but beware beware of the ambre solaire

A song I wrote after spending the morning at the law courts in front of a scottish judge called Elizabeth Mccreath . The local villains and usual suspects know her by the nickname of Black Bess due to her uniform and dark brooding temper.

A song I wrote after spending the morning at the law courts in front of a scottish judge called Elizabeth Mccreath . The local villains and usual suspects know her by the nickname of Black Bess due to her uniform and dark brooding temper.

A tune about being bitten by the candy kitten she's got claws on each corner and fangs at the front once bitten twice smitten.

A poem I wrote about our cenotaph , every town in Britain has one of these grisly reminders to the great war and then ever war there after .At first they were a pilgrimage for the patriotic to come and worship their glorious dead but now they're used by so many different swathes of society as a place to rebel, and then there's the drunks and drug addicts who seem to favour and gravitate towards th...

A little ditty for the virgin, queen, Elizabeth I who was nicknamed the blood queen due to her executing Lady Jane Grey and Mary Queen of Scots amongst many others. This Red Virgin Regina possibly scared most of her male suitors into impotence being bathed in so much blood no wonder she was called the red widow .

a little Christmas Carol I wrote for Jeanine who always ends up with me or some other dreadful cousin come uncle for Christmas dinner who usually degrades and debouches himself in some way .

A song I wrote this morning for a girl who ran a grease box cafe in the favela , If cook's could kill then this greasy girl was definitely licensed to grill !! she's always standing by ever ready to kill your sense of humour with sarcasm or ease the stomach acid with her peppermint pill

A song sang through the perspective of a bad tempered old tree the living monument of mystery Robin Hood's tree is by far the most famous tree in all of ancient history a thousand years of seething silent sophistry .

A song about a crazy Irish girl I met in Greece she was totally wired to the moon, out of her mind on everything from poitin to pixie dust .

Check A musing about giving your offspring a strong polysyllabic sounding name , something that will inspire them to aspire towards fortune and fame . my latest episode!

Greta has an almost impossible sales pitch. She's demanding that the incredibly rich abandon those expensive pieces of kitsch. They fly to the cop-out climate meetings in their Learjets and show no sign of regret. Her gargantuan glitch is trying to move these people toward the green dream of a beggar's itch. However, these dinosaurs who block destiny's drawbridge are mega-rich and have no intentio...

A song for an Angel Face

Looking at some tramps in cider park i feel sorry for the poor starving pets as their masters swill down cider and they shiver in the cold , the musing is seen and spoken through the eyes of the dog . 

A short story about a devout Christian who after living like a mendicant monk all his life arrives in into the after life only to be met by Stalin one of the greatest mass murderers of all time.

Musing about Lord Kitchener, whose saber-rattling speeches turned into sermons that garnered rapturous applause in Whitehall and Westminster. Unfortunately, his young, inexperienced soldiers were dying at a rate of 6,000 a day. He had "avoid wine and women" printed into their guidebooks for war, referring to French prostitutes. With a life expectancy of only 17 hours, contracting a little pox woul...

A cynical love song . My Family members were 1920s dyed-in-the-wool Yorkshiremen who believed that love be measured in pounds Shillings and pence and behind the white picket fence was a work house specially built to keep wife wain or wench who had a value similar to that of blood stock and foul , children being merely chattels without soul .

A song I wrote to commemorate the courage of Christine, the first transgender beauty queen who, back in 1953, bravely decided to have her gender reassigned to its rightful sexuality, in order that she might be set free from the burden of living with her very unwanted masculinity. But it would be a long journey from the first roll of that snowball before the LGBTQ+ community finally made their stan...

Every night I usually say to the woman in my little local shop what has happened in your life today ? she usually replies by saying oh not much then I always say you have my permission to lie but she never does.