Guernsey Poets

If you mean what you say And want to play Disadvantages lay Ahead straight away The game is set The match is met Place your bet But d...

They forecast the storm Was coming our way Batten down the hatches Or you will pay Check mooring chains And shut up the boat Keep the...

The biting north wind Brings a harsh seasonal chill, Scoops up the fallen golden leaves Letting them swirl where they will, The drains a...

It was on a cold frosty January Night in Morocco Street Southwark That the City Fox crossed my path On his way to Leathermarket Gardens ...

I'm not looking for Nemo, Just a safe haven to lay my eggs – A bit of sand in a warm land I can scoop out with my legs; I'm not...