You wish that things had stayed the same.

The following two poems were quickly composed while sitting on a park bench on a pleasant summer morning.

Poetry.

A short poem, about the mind of a fag.

Part nonsense, part rhyme.

People claims, "I am more sensible". How much sense does he/she make?!! That’s the real question we need to answer. When someone talks about peace, freedom, truth or justice, the word nonsense is fired towards him/her.

Fiction, Comedy, Short Story- A nonsensical, fantastical story about a bold bug who steals a ride on my car window, and the showdown between us that ensues.

The dead have occupied wall street.

Top-a-the morning to you. My name is Farmer Josh and I am well… a farmer. This is my account of the terribly embarrising time I had last year when I got approached by another renegade farmer to do some lambing in the heart of England- Devon.
The account is of so much shame to me that I must share it with you all, it is too much weight for one lone farmer to bare… So sit back, put on your finest reading spectacles and for gods sakes go grab a glass of Scrumpy while you are at it.

Happy Farming
Farmer Josh.

This A Poem when I Wrote When I Was A Small kid!