Yuri the dog on the planeThe service for dogs is insaneHe kind of forgotA lapdog he’s notBut his owner just didn’t explain He doesn’t like walks in the skyIf he’s honest he’d rather not flyAkitas aren’t smallBut he’s no bother at allProviding he lies on your thigh The service he offers weren’t clear(and my phone… Continue reading Yuri the dog on the plane

On the train there’s a schnoodle called TiffinWho’d prefer to go walking’ and sniffin’And she’d like to play gamesWith Cathy and JamesThat’s really what Tiffan is missin’ For a week she was just on the FringeNeglected by more than a tingeSo she’d undo screw topsFor lots of biscrocks When she wanted a biscrocky bingeFringe recommendations… Continue reading Tiffin the schnoodle

It was in the window of a second hand bookshop near the Botanic Gardens that I passed today and clearly needed a good home that appreciated the genius of the great man. And you may have noticed that he is clearly an inspiration for some of my own works. The new proud owner!

(Names have been removed to protect the guilty – and she did not understand that the email was written in verse form – pearls before swine) Dear x I think you may have missed something in my email so I have set it out again with an additional plea – Enjoy Simon If you read… Continue reading Attempting to get the VAT return done

Sydney Rock – Oyster 61 A tale of how we had some funDelivering Oyster 61To start it’s best by taking stockOf all aboard the Sydney RockOur skipper, Ian, loads of sailingHis yachting knowledge never failingHis mate and our galley whizWatch keeper Sal, she knows the bizThere’s Andrew, more a dingy manBut always keen to lend… Continue reading A note to remind me to book that sailing holiday

Thank music which gives human heart its wingThank all powers that we possess this artWe stand together and together sing. For all that hope, that love, to which we clingAnd losses which our grieving hearts still smartThank music which gives human heart its wing Sometimes our joy had such a hollow ringThrough all those days… Continue reading A Villanelle for our time and my choir (or any choir)

Archie had been saddled with pedalling nuts around London. Normally he was a dynamo and never tyred but a crank he spoke had punctured his drive.  He was well oiled and had put a spanner in the works. He couldn’t Raleigh himself so, for an escape valve he took a quick release.  He had to… Continue reading Archie and Beatrice get on their Bikes