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 look at the season of Christmas and winter through the medium of light verse, 'The Arse End of the Year' chronicles the build up to the festive season, the solstice, the day itself and the post-Christmas slothfulness, together with aspects of the cold and dreary winter season so beloved by, well, not many people actually. From the reindeer shaped blips on the air traffic controllers' screen, to the disappearing cheese portions; from forgetting auld acquaintance to the difficulty of burying dead bodies in frosty weather, Peter Goulding gives us a uniquely personal insight into the season in his inimitable style, not that many people would want to imitate it.

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 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.

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.

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.

The 2006 League of Ireland season will be remembered by Shelbourne fans for different reasons. It was the season that we played some of the best football seen at the club. It was the season we clinched the title on the last day of the season. It was the season the club was nearly destroyed by financial problems. It was the season of Stuey Byrne's rant. The poems in this book tell an unfolding tale that charts the highs and lows of a remarkable season.

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.

In the Waterways Department of the Irish Government, an employee discovers that his last four Hobnobs have been stolen. At approximately the same time, twenty miles away, twenty three packets of Rich Tea biscuits have been lifted from a supermarket in Ashbourne. This is unprecedented in Irish and, indeed, world history. Chief Inspector Jacobs, who had helped to solve the infamous Chocolate Digestive theft of 1994, is summoned to solve the crime before the social order crumbles. Can Jacobs wrap up the case and drag Ireland back from the brink of anarchy? How do they get the figs into the fig rolls? And what is the lighthouse thing about? The Island of Broken Biscuits is a comic novel set over five days. It holds the World Record for mentions of Custard Creams (55) and has been rejected by many, many publishers.