by Alan Parry-Booth | May 6, 2014 | Poetry
A gentleman’s shed is an asset Of that there’s no shadow of doubt It’s great to be there on the inside When the stormy clouds gather without. It’s top hole if you have a notion To play with computers all day Perhaps dart in there with your crossword When Mother-in-Law...
by Alan Parry-Booth | May 1, 2014 | Poetry
In dreams, my thoughts will often fly To Chepstow nestling on the Wye The town which saw my early years Of youthful joy and childish tears. Daily walks to Larkfield School And week-end jaunts to Beachley Pool The memories of a growing boy Are endless days of utter...
by Alan Parry-Booth | Apr 8, 2014 | Poetry
Today I must pay tribute To a guy who’s got the lot Our Garrison Sergeant Major The famous Billy Mott. Resplendent in his uniform He really plays the parts Bill puts the fear of god in men And melts the ladies hearts. He knows the streets of London Like his own...
by Alan Parry-Booth | Apr 6, 2014 | Poetry
Robert Bye was born in Pontypridd A boy of valleys fibre He spent his youth in Woodfield Street In nearby Penrhiwceiber He went to school in Aberdare An education sound And at the tender age of fourteen years Young Rob went underground. In Dyffrin Deep Colliery He...
