Category Archives: literature

Ghetto Girl

Ghetto girl, some middle-class
Boy’s fantasy.
He
Likes brass,
So will wine
And dine
You. so enjoy your time
And smile
For a while.

He likes a bit of rough
But,, when he’s had enough
He’ll throw you away,
And maybe pay
Cash to keep you quiet.
As there would be a riot
If his respectable mum
Finds out how her son
Gets his fun.

Believe me
Its true,
That you
Wont be
Taking afternoon tea
With his mum.
But you knew
That your fun
Would, one day be done,
Or, perhaps,
Poor ghetto lass
You romanticised
A middle-class
Guy.

A Girl’s Heels

She
Kept
Her heels on for me,
Then left
Them behind.
Now I find
That those expensive, girlie stilettos
Stick in my mind.

I wonder what happened to you,
The young woman from private school
Who broke the rule
And left
Her heels behind,
Which I kept
For a time,
And now remember in rhyme.

A Middle-Aged Gentleman Visiting Stirling

A middle-aged gentleman visiting Stirling
Is always his moustache twirling
At all the beautiful young women,
Whilst his mind is on sinning.
And it’s very nice in Stirling!

Desultory

2 young women passed by
Me, on a darkening December Day.
I
Got a hint of perfume.
The afternoon
Remained grey,
And I
Thought, in a desultory way
of past play.
And, on reaching home
I Considered the internet
Of regret,
And my ancient mobile phone.

Its A Brief Stroll

Its a brief stroll
Through the churchyard for me
And my soul.
And although there be
No clock in the church tower,
To chime
The hour
For me,
Time
Must stop
And there will be
No more need of clock
For thee
Or me.

Of literature, pelican crossings and escort girls in Liverpool!

I spent the Christmas period with my mum, her partner and my sister in Liverpool. Following a very enjoyable week with my family, I returned to London on Friday 27 December.

As my mum, her Partner and I stood at the pelican crossing outside Liverpool Central station, waiting to cross and make our way to Lime Street in order that I could catch my train back to London, my mum’s partner commented on a sticker affixed to the pelican, advertising the services of escort girls which (my mum added) had been rendered illegible by someone with a thick black marker pen)!

The above incident reminded me of my short story “Samantha”, which tells the story of an upper-class young woman forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00BL3CNHI/. “Samantha” has received a number of great reviews, including the below 4 star review by Paul S:

Samantha

“I downloaded this short novel when it was being offered free on Amazon Kindle and I was pleasantly surprised by how good it was. It had a gripping plot, good characterisation and plenty of ‘atmosphere’; things that can be lacking in short stories. I think there may be a couple of formatting issues as I found I had to re-read a couple of paragraphs as they initially seemed out of place, possibly due to a missing carriage return instruction or perhaps because I was reading the story too quickly as I wanted to find out what happened next!
I won’t expand upon the plot as I do not want to create any spoilers but I suggest that you give this short novel a look if you enjoy atmospheric crime thrillers that have an element of romance, a gripping story line, some really nasty villains and a quite dramatic, action packed, climax”. To read the review on Amazon please follow this link, https://www.amazon.co.uk/review/R2YUTS78WBRB01/.

When A Girl Dressed As A Goat

When a girl dressed as a goat
Said, “Sir, have you been to vote?”,
I said, “yes of course
And, were you a horse
You would not have eaten my coat!”.

When A Young Lady In The Nude

When a young lady in the nude
Said, “sir, I think you’re a prude!”,
I said, “my dear Rose
You look great without clothes,
But the supermarket staff think you rude!”.