Guernsey Poets

I cannot stand my ghastly wife: instead, I love her sister, dear. The former one pollutes my life. The latter woman I revere. I’ve hat...

I am a maid, Your Worships, please: not wicked, me, I meant no harm. I beg you now, upon my knees to please desist, it hurts my arm. Y...

Something’s moving in the dark. I’m sure I saw a shadow there. Why does the dog refuse to bark and cower there behind the chair? There’s...

In straitjacket and padded cell, I struggle when the full moon calls. The doctors say I am unwell. I hurl myself against the walls till,...

I curl up upon the armchair. I purr and stare defiantly. I will not move, let no one dare to interfere, to dislodge me or, when they slu...

The garden is magnificent: the fruit trees pruned, all hedges trimmed. Hours, countless hours, you must have spent in keeping every lawn-...

Jules forgot to feed the tiger, which was very careless of him. He worked at the Circus Zeiger with his trustworthy colleague, Jim. Ther...

We stop indoors my wife and I: keep to ourselves, rarely go out. We have no friends. We are quite shy. Newspapers, we can do without. Bu...

They don’t come luckier than me: I’ve not nine lives, I’ve ninety-nine. In street-fights (I’ve had two or three) or knife-fights, victory...