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‘To bed! To bed!’ Said Sleepy-head; ‘Tarry awhile,’ said Slow; ‘Put on the pan,’ Said Greedy Nan; &lsquo..

It was always a hassle on Fridays To sort my weekends out, If Angela said, ‘Those are my days,’ Then it left me in no dou..

I’m hot on the tail of a poem’s trail To discover what makes it tick, For the ones I receive in the daily mail Are always..

I wrote a book called ‘The Afterdeath’ With a thousand gory themes, Of what takes place at your final breath When you lie..

Back in the tiny town of Hamm In a province best unknown, Is an ancient sandstone prison tower Where the grounds are overgrown. Th..

The world looks grim when your eyes are dim And they’re swollen red with tears, When all that you’ve won has come undone A..

The change in his habits was hard to define, He thought, getting older, had shortened his time, Less time to waste sleeping, for rest or ..

Houghton Hall had been derelict Since the Roundheads came and went, They said that it couldn’t be restored No matter how much y..

Alan had stood at our open door, Shaking and white with fright, First he was speaking to Eleanor, Then had a word with Dwight. &ls..

He had got on the train at New Street, Found an empty carriage spare, And settled down with the paper With not one to disturb him the..