Guernsey Poets

The cobra can’t resist a tune so when the Charmer blows his flute, to make the notes rise in the air, the cobra stirs and follows suit....

Dance is in her blood She glows with every shine, The sweat trickles down her back As her feet keep perfect mambo time, Dance is in her ...

There is a small Jealous pang inside my heart Because I know You have moved on To dance with another When you refused To dance again w...

But surely you can't dance Firstly, don't call me shirley dance, of course I can dance in my mind, this broken, old body takes fl...