Up in the morning, before crack of dawn.
Limbering up on, next doors front lawn...

Be first in plans of a wiseman, though last in...
Don't take crook'd paths that stand before you...

Round, round, round it goes.
Where it ends, nobody knows...

Dream on sweet child of innocence, dream on before...
For when you’re grown your view of life a...

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...

As the cannon belched it's angered low upon fields...
Where so many men had their maker met, and those...