Guernsey Poets

Do you remember The man who never was An unnamed corpse Turned volunteer for the cause She met him on the subway Sweetly they hel...

I got a strange call from Track and Trace Who said that I had been in some place Where as far as they could reasonably tell I'd bru...

A virus knows no boundaries It doesn’t recognize colour or race, It cares not for wealth or status A lethal enemy without a face, A vi...

Pity us poor pigeons, please, forced to perch on roofs and trees for the statues that we sat on have been overturned and spat on. All ...

I sometimes wish I was Winnie The Pooh Rambling Five Acre Wood all day I'd have no money, but lots of Honey And plenty of time to p...