If I were a little Iced Vo-Vo, then I guess my life would be crummy: I’d sit around with others the same, and end up in somebody’s tummy. ‘If, like me, you prefer your poems with a dash of vinegar and a smidgeon of darkness, then you could do a lot worse than buy twelveteen copies of Geoffrey McSkimming’s ripping new collection of verses, Ogre In A Toga, illustrated by ME!’ Martin Chatterton
