Sid John Gardner
Biography of Sid John Gardner
Learning to write again........
Sid John Gardner's Works:
None.....(Partially completed biography on Daphnie du Maurier screenplay) Exclusive world rights....If you know a good agent and publisher let me know as my previous were crap.
Sid John Gardner Poems
He wished her to remember him. When he had gone, she found them Tiny paper notes.
We weep no more for those we love and are gone, How many tears were shed now the eyes are dry. A last phone call, a morning kiss, a hand held briefly. Memories as shadows in darkness always with us.
Dwell not on the sun that will never shine again, That heartfelt agony to never again see her face. Does she know the hurt the, regret, the pain, The skies now darken and close is the ended race.
Half A Sausage Is Better Than None.
She liked her sausages well done and not too many. Her plate was full with a whole English Breakfast. Three at the table with jam marmite, bread and butter. His eyes narrowed as he saw her uneaten sausage,
She was seen pulling on a menthol kingsize. Smart dressed in a black overcoat and long brown skirt. The flight had been uneventful, the coffee was dreadful. Bought her a coffee it came in a tiny cup.
There they sit in sartorial glee, Waiting for their next gigantic fee. It does'nt care, it never sleeps, That institution is here for keeps.
Her love was like a demand for unpaid tax. First the brown paper envelope suggested dread. Then the demand said...'PAY UP', He demanded an appeal on the £3480.40.
There they sit in sartorial glee,
Waiting for their next gigantic fee.
It does'nt care, it never sleeps,
That institution is here for keeps.
Its headed by the man in charge,
Who has a skin, thick as an iron barge,
Wo'nt admit himself, to jiggery pokery,
Even laughs at ball over line, such jokery.