On Summer's morning still and light I sat upon the...
And there to see eternity with all its wonders...

Dinsdale MacKillacoppy to poets, no doubt.
Is one hell of a name to bandy about...

THE HUNGOVER MAN
Last night the world was great he sighed, we...

The Promiscuous Prawn
Oh! One shouldn’t pour scorn, on the thought of...

When 'man' dreams, he dreams for himself.
But when poets dream, they dream for everyone...