Sunday, 27 December 2015


Ferdy is so wild — a Victorian fox,
We've had him quite some years;
Every bit as ferocious as he looks,
He's still of boundless cheer. 

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

The Eve of Christmas Eve

On the eve of Christmas Eve
Twenty-one years today;
In dense fog we did leave
And set off for the bay.

Farewell toxic town
Now turned brown;
Goodbye half my life.
I take with me a wife.

But leave all else behind.

Heavy mist still kept us blind
When we reached the place
Where beach and sea laced
Our view until the next day

When all things special we did find.


Thursday, 10 December 2015

The Pianoforte

The Pianoforte

What can I say
About A A
Other than he
Could play
Every day!

The pianoforte
Was his way
To be 

He'd have been
Had I seen
Him play
On the pianoforte.