Biography of stephen sutton
Pianist and budding poet my writings are very informal trivial diversions for me aimed suited mainly for those learning English.Reading them will basically introduce a variety of the English spelling.I do pay attention to the spelling and try to make words rhyme to make the poem flow.There is little to no thought or attention to meter finer details etc.They are mostly spontaneously written then posted then edited or deleted.The more benign and vaccuous ones i tend to keep online as suitable for readers of all ages and unoffensive.thank you for reading have a nice day and of course. Enjoy.
stephen sutton Poems
Just Glen Gould
Are you home? Still on the dog and bone? Dada! Hello just call me Gilbert or George! Tati more like something out of a Sam Toft. Now no my Vettriano is still not for sale Hubert.
Going home The news of your end arrived today Somewhere up on the beach you lay
So you want to play an instrument young person Go away and practise and practise my plan Have you set hours to practise each day How good is your memory it helps you play
Smoke and mirrors a nudge and a wink My eyelids feeling less than pink Let, s have a look at you Looking slightly less than friendly now i think
The Norman Church
That book sat sitting on the shelf Could it be a 1st edition Maybe James Bond published in Britain I must have read it and kept it for care
Now And Then
Now she, s got my bass guitar And late nights being late for work Then she, ll never drive my car Now complain i never took you far
Mother, S Comfort
Mummy Mummy comfort me Clean my room and make my tea And sweetie sweeties after please If i had a Dad you would not be free
Smuggling spiders are you mad Your on your own goodbye, i, m glad Safe to say it wasn, t me, I, d rather sit and feed a bee Feed it pollen from the Korean Times
Arnold, Blake, Carlisle and Dickens Abandon them their too unkind Elliott, Forster, Gaskell, Hazlitt Poem reading line after line
The Dad You Never Knew
I, m the Dad you never knew Mum and me we both were through I went away but i was glad To become the Dad who, s never bad
Smuggling spiders are you mad
Your on your own goodbye, i, m glad
Safe to say it wasn, t me, I, d rather sit and feed a bee
Feed it pollen from the Korean Times
A Korean Bee as nice as me
But i, m not nice and nor is he, smuggling spiders glory be.
Their the kind eat birds for tea, oh no no no no not me.