239 poems about what the Americans call soccer, most of them darkly funny, some of them wistful and nostalgic, a few angry.This is the cumulation of Peter Goulding's 15 years writing football poetry.

Peter Goulding's fourth, or maybe fifth, (who's counting?) book of comic verse again delves the murky depths of the poet's imagination. There are still plenty of poems about murdering his wife and disposing of her body but there are darker poems too - the proliferation of tomatoes on Jupiter, the birth of Princess Charlotte and his critiques of the counties of Tipperary and Offaly, to name but four. His mind, which, to be frank, would be put to much better use, learning a trade or simply vegetating, is again employed solving many of the world's problems in rhyming couplets, villanelles and other fiendish weapons of mass destruction. Comes with a cultural health warning.

The 125 poems contained in this collection were written on sunbeds on five different sun holidays and are about the experience of going on a sun holiday. They are intended to be read while on a sun holiday. Of course you can read it over the Christmas holidays if you prefer, or on the bus into work. Your call. Some of the poems are funny, some are reflective, some stray into the area of black humour. Most of them are crap. That's life.

Peter Goulding has, for some reason known only to himself, decided to collate and collect many of his early attempts at comic verse. These 200 prime examples of his early work (you should see some of the dross that didn't make it into the book!)represent his 'immature' years (i.e. up to the age of 45)and have very little merit at all. Unsurprisingly, very very few of these have previously seen the light of day. Sadly for those who have not read the later poems, things don't get any better.

For eight years, Peter Goulding wrote a regular Musings column in the Community Voice, Dublin 15's newspaper of record. Quirky and humorous, they are a snapshot of life in a large suburb of Dublin during the volatile noughties, covering areas as diverse as local politics, refuse collection and Lionel Richie.

A poetical diary of the 2014 World Cup written in extremely bad verse. The author set himself the target of writing a poem per match and posting each of them up on www.footballpoets.org within 12 hours of the match finishing. Why he did this is a mystery. He hasn't even been arsed to go back over the poems and edit them. This is a sister book to The World Cup 2014 in bad verse and glorious technicolour which at least has the dubious advantage of brightness.

The 2005 League of Ireland season was another epic. Champions Shelbourne had a mid-season slump despite having strengthened the squad; arch-rivals Shamrock Rovers were deducted 8 points for being millions in debt; Cork lost Dolan but gained Rico and snatched the title from Derry on the last day of the season; the Superdrogs won the Cup; and Rico lost his hat. All these events and more were recorded by Peter Goulding in verse form at the time. Sadly, he has now decided to publish them.