There’s no particular order for these poems. Some are mildly amusing, perhaps. Most aren’t. In that respect they echo the inner workings of my tiny clockwork brain, a few cogs from which were discovered missing several years ago when I was diagnosed with. (Look it up. It’s good for a laugh.)
If you enjoy them, leave me a friendly comment and then seek professional help from your G.P. If you don’t, well there’s plenty of other people haunting the ether better suited to an argument than me, so go and bother them instead.
The artwork and the photographs are all mine as well. (Well, most of them are.) If you’re predisposed to nicking third-rate images for your own postings, then at least give me a credit somewhere. It’s only polite. Otherwise I might sneak up on you in the middle of the night and put a cat down your pyjamas.