I love New Zealand Land of the long white cloud I know what Aotearoa means And of the silver fern I am proud All the good things about...

Long night s alone, well who the hell suggested that Why would I want to recall all the nights I’ve felt like crap? All the days I’ve...

Little James Bulger went out for a walk His mother went along for he was too young to talk In fact this cute little fellow only recently...

On a date filled with tragic glories, rose a nation built on stories born from courage on that Landing far away The spirit to rise above,...

From me dark hair with the greying roots To me tattooed arms ‘n’ Japanese riding boots From me king gee pants tis all that I knows And I...

I see you Looking. Staring. Your judgement pierces me like a knife What do you see when you look at me? You see a bloke dishevelled and...

So far as I can ascertain Nick names were never my domain. Others have blessed me with a few, Nothing at all had I to do. Icky, who but a...

Golf is a game full of strange fickle tricks And players use clubs that look much like sticks Pull ’em out of a bag and wave ’em about...

The train, the train, I hate the train We fidget in groups, as the morning sun greets Ready to claw and fight for the few empty seats the...

I am a gardener. My notebook is my garden. Empty it lies fallow until in it I sow germs of ideas and scatter random thoughts like seeds...