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Monday, 14 September 2020


I have a portfolio of features, reviews, poetry and short fiction published in all sorts of places - Belfast Telegraph, Tribune, Ireland's Own, Dalhousie Review, Fairlight Books, Reader's Digest, Reality, Lapwing Poetry, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Spillwords, Dear Reader, Amethyst Review, Black Bough, to name a selection.  Oh, and the odd BBC radio contribution. I wrote books on retailing, on dealing with job losses and a biography of film star Stephen Boyd.

This is a series of (hopefully) funny poems from hundreds I've written over the years (inspired by the likes of Spike Milligan and Roger McGough) to provoke a smile in these odd times.

My own original Text ©2020 Joe Cushnan (But you can RT!) 



I look down towards Selfridges

From as far away as Bond Street

And I see you window shopping,

Coping with the ebb and flow,

The pull and push,

And I develop a crush.


The police, much maligned,

Line up to guide me through,

They close the street to avoid accidents,

Restrict walkers and drivers,

To completely clear an avenue

Allowing me to get to you.


I'm there, intimidated by stares,

But the cops hold the line,

And as I look at you in romantic awe,

I offer to carry your bags,

I invite you for coffee and mints

And you turn to your boyfriend, 

Shake your head and wince.


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