Ragg’dy ragg’dy ragg’dy eggsRagg’dy poached on sou’dough toastThat’s the breakfast we love…
Here comes the elegant moon The only comfort of the night Bring in all your poems to…
Say one thing and do anotherLet’s not take this matter furtherSelf is all, ignore the other…
Cold, slate-grey thing of misteryclad mute, subdued this winter’s day.What lies beyond that which we…
I want a Portrait of the QueenIn every room I’ll ever go(and captured for my…
Enchanted flowing silver swathes
It’s pissing down with rain
They grow up, the little tykes,