In the year 2000, my anthology of nonsense verse Imagine A Menagerie won me the Bard of Bath poetry competition, this work is unfortunately currently out of print, but a sample of some of its contents and accompanying illustrations are included here.

As Bard of Bath, I was obliged to turn on some Christmas lights at a market, drink mead without relief, declaim poetry whilst occupying a raffia Bardic Chair, and wear a somewhat pungent robe for a year and a day…

A more comprehensive body of my verses, musings, song lyrics and poetic ramblings is in construction – in the meantime, I’ll just leave you with this reflection on news both old and new…

When I awoke the frogs were spawning,
A morning mist hung on my eyes,
The robin sang his feathered warning,
Worm, beware, you’re just the right size,
the dew won’t help with your disguise.

When I awoke the drones were falling,
A pall of smoke so far, far away,
The eagle’s tune, the bear is calling,
Worms, beware, we’re just the right size,
Red hats will hasten our demise..