Only old, not out of date

Capstan Woodbine or Park Drive, you’ll feel good to be alive. Senior Service, Player’s Weights up them bike sheds with...

A poem about a brilliant idea.

The latest poem from A B Wyze

Jack Frost is riding an icicle bicycle painting the planet throughout this dark night.

What he's doing just cannot be right. He is cleaning his car, shiny bright.

A new adventure in verse from AB Wyze

AB Wyze reflects on the circular economics of Robin Hood

Poor old Father Popplethwaite, overworked and underweight

A new poem from Rushden-based poem AB Wyze

Oh Magdelaine and Madeline were evil witches to the core

He jumped into puddles the silly young fool. He jumped into puddles while going to school. He splished and he...

A punny limerick from Rushden-based poem AB Wyze

Getting paid for telling people where to go ;)

A poem about bees from A B Wyze

Poem about Rodney the fish from A B Wyze

Poem about carrots from A B Wyze

A lucky escape…

AB Wyze shares his shopping strategy

A priceless insight from AB Wyze

From the wonderful world of AB Wyze.

The Beatles and the Stones revisited by AB Wyze

AB Wyze re-examines the head of the Anne Boleyn matter

A B Wyze tackles the perils of mats and cats getting even

A B Wyze takes an unusual route to New York

A B Wyze takes a dive from the Empire State building

A B Wyze on the ways of cats left in the limbo of breakup

A limerick on tooth economics by AB Wyze

A B Wyze on Charlie Bone's terrible fate

A B Wyze tackled the thorny question of planet naming