Guernsey Poets

By the reservoir In fading light We walk amongst the gnarled trees On the banks of a silver sea Poles like grey steel pylons Felled in ...

"So, what is propaganda ?" I asked with a sigh "It’s adnagaporp spelt backwards." Was your quick-witted reply "...

Small children Have legs, that By right, embrace A woman’s hips. Women, by right Have hips That are Safe places For small children. ...

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....

Boris, Boris, Brontosaurus, crashing blindly through the forest, hair askew, complexion pinked, destination indistinct, doesn’t know tha...