by Peter Bruffell | Mar 19, 2008 | Poetry
Blue’s my favourite colour, I see it every day, Except when it is duller And the sky is cloudy grey.
by Peter Bruffell | Mar 19, 2008 | Poetry
Why do the French drink so much wine When they eat their dinner, To me my beer, it is just fine, I wonder, is that why they’re thinner?
by Peter Bruffell | Mar 19, 2008 | Poetry
Tonight the world was blown away, Destroyed from under our feet! I tried to watch it on the T.V news But my wife wanted Coronation Street.
by Peter Bruffell | Mar 19, 2008 | Poetry
A Policeman’s lot, “is not a happy one,” Gilbert and Sullivan once said. Perhaps it’s because they’ve got big feet And they’re far too over fed.
by John A Silkstone | Mar 18, 2008 | Poetry
When we first started courting We’d walk side by side Our hands would brush together Should I, or shouldn’t I try? The second time out walking I held her hand in mine I remember the sun was shining The day it was divine. Getting a little bolder My arm went...
