Oh Wasn't it naughty of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm sick with disgust. She threww me in front of the judges, And my silly old collar-bone's bust.

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

There are two thing you need for a jolly good hymn.The first is a set of words that expresses the mood or sentiment of the worshipper.The second-and perhaps even more important- is a good tune..with a simple popular melody.

Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors.

Now if the harvest is over, And the world cold, Give me the bonus of laughter, As I lose hold.

I have a Vision of the Future, chum. The workers flats in fields of soya beans tower up like silver pencils, score on score.