Guernsey Poets

My hand’s been overplayed My mind’s been X rayed And it only drew a blank With all my dreams expired And my circuits rewired I can no...

In the game of colonial bingo It helps to learn the lingo And back in the Napoleonic days I brushed up on my Norman francaise I was r...

Is this the dawn of of Atwood’s Gilead? The USA has gone completely mad The nation that put Liberty on a pedestal Has put her up again...

They say that the white man Just can’t sing the blues But I’ve got a hole in my pocket And a hole down in my shoes Do you judge a bo...

I salute thee, all the oddballs and weirdos out there who are unique in their beauty, who don’t give a damn about being silly and goofy, a...

She approaches me, wobbling a little Upon her high stiletto heels. Her face has been painted as though She wears another’s portrait upo...

It's just a flat cap Seen on stages worldwide worn with aplomb and pride Rakishly clamped down Atop a head of aging curls It...

When Mrs Pol goes off to see her aunt who lives across the town with umpteen cats, Mr Pol skips upstairs with a smile to slip on his wife...