Best Giles Poems

Poor old farmer Giles started hobbling
As his painful piles were a wobbling
When he sat down on ice
The relief was so nice
His tush is in need of remodelling

Farmer Giles is Cockney rhyming slang for Piles or haemorrhoids.

31st May 2015...

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I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
They laid rocks all upon me, and again I say
I will not plead, more weight, more weight

I was a farmer, in the spring of Salem late
My wife is to be hanged the following day
I am no martyr,...

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Giles is a goaly, spotted by Tony Rich, 
A goalkeeping coach for a ladies team, 
He balances training with his college:
Gym, swimming, home exercises mean. 

He was part of the CP Worlds in 2015,
Where team England finished in fifth, 
And in Rio he played hard...

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The people lift their umbrellas
as they pass each other along Saint Giles.
I am not at ease in my own body
as I move toward Mass,
my limbs gingerly shaking out,
my jeans wet to above the knee.
I can't help thinking
how much better it is 
to be alone in...

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I spend most time within this grave
Unmarked and deathly silent
I met my end remaining brave
Which made it no less violent

Pressed to death for 3 long days
Only asking for more weight
Not this lie but other woeful ways
I wonder if I'd sealed my own fate

A young man...

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