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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.

Cast wise opinion, as to who holds dominion,    or die a minion.  My father said that Gandhi had saved his life through his wisdom and peace , shame we don't see more leaders with this capability of Khama .

The Belles Angels a song I wrote for a bunch of hell raising Harrogate girls all leather and lace they murdered every midnight hour slaking an slaughtering sobriety , to all those super sexy Ladies college girls I say God bless you all

A song I wrote for a beautiful friend of mine who without trying casts her long shadows of perfection over us we call her Angel Face .

A song I wrote for the king of rock and roll it's done in a crooning style of the fifties. He was born into extreme poverty raised in a shotgun shack but managed not only to break out of but also to attack the musical apartheid of America he was one of the first to start singing the black man's blues , he went from busking as a bum on Beale Street to having the world worshipping at his feet an all...

A comprehensive piece discusses the mercenaries known as the "Dogs of War" who engage in conflict for financial gain across the globe. Africa has long struggled with the presence of such militants, and even today, they continue to sow chaos worldwide, including in regions like Israel, Palestine, Russia, and Ukraine. These "Dogs of War" are hired by numerous superpowers, and their growing numbers h...

The green-eyed monster of sin, that schadenfreude which we keep hidden away so deep within, its usually only seen in children as they exert their will to win ; the lowly leftover instinct of our anthropic ascension. However, this terrible traite can also be witnessed later in our lives when males begin to assert and dominate as the sexual stage arrives and our species needs to procreate .

A song written for Shirley Bassy or the Birley Chassis as she was known when she sang at the Batley variety club when my mother and father went to see her.

From Bonaparte to Lionheart from the mayflower to the superpower all Nations have produce refugees at one time or another we're all to blame for this ever increasing burden of shame .

Old Colonials talk of empire its quite shocking how they used to think of human beings as nothing more than chattels not just the natives but also the white workers and soldiers such as my old father now 95 years of age he told me during his time in India just after the second world War whilst protecting the British Raj who looked upon him also as their SLAVE OF EMPIRE .

From Bonaparte to Lionheart from the mayflower to the superpower all Nations have produce refugees at one time or another We're all to blame for this ever increasing burden of shame.

A birthday poem for NENO it's called Black Rod because for the first time in Britain's thousand year parliamentary history the position is now held by a women , this spiritual and temporal appointment of power is long overdue for a changing of the guard . The willow may look soft an gentle but inside lies her heart of oak