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

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

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

The game of golf it must be said.
Should not be played, while your in bed...

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

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

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

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

After many a year, far away he did near.
The home of his prodigal birth...

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

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

Dark clouds came into my world, last week.
And onto this land, my home, began to weep...