Guernsey Poets

We’re on the slippery slope oh yeah To a Marxist Utopia Equality for all sounds nice But it comes at a huge price The back of an enve...

Flash through my window Sunlight slipstream Drivers swearing While tyres scream Red stop bus queues All running late Old man walking...

In memory of a good doctor in China Who, about the new virus, sounded an alarm He was aware that people were becoming ill And wanted t...

I pick up the phone. I dial your number. And I wait for the message That says the real you Will call me later. I don’t leave my name....

Valentines Day, some lecher sent a bunch of roses, rotten swine. The cheek of it! Without consent, he also sent a crate of wine. I was...