There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
Well, that’s not
strictly true he travelled there in style
After all what is the
point of being a crooked man
If you can’t live it
good and large when you can
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
Well, that’s not
strictly true he travelled there in style
After all what is the
point of being a crooked man
If you can’t live it
good and large when you can
My doctor was very frank
When discussing my
fitness
He said to me without
humour
“What fits your busy
schedule best?
Exercising for one
hour each day, or
Being dead for twenty-four”
I do have a favourite;
I like them with a predisposition
Basically, I like them
dirty
And prepared for any
position
I love Commando Jo
And nudie Trudy
Above the knee Fi
And rudie Judy
I love on her back
Jack
The leer-er Vera
Back-alley Sally
And in the rear Greer
I love fellatia
Felicia
The giver of head
Pork me Courtney
And three in a bed
Winifred
I always loved the A-Team
A force for good
Coming to the rescue
All guns blazing
But no one ever got
shot
Hannibal Smith was the
brains
B.A.Baracus the brawn
Face was the fixer,
And howling mad
Murdock
Well need I say more
Well, they’re coming
back
In a newish sort of version
Well, a Jewish sort of
version
Called the Oy Vey team
With Chaim Schmitt
BA Barabbas
Fizzog and Kinda
Miffed Mazel Tov
If you put a tomato
On top of your
knickerbocker glory
Instead of a cherry
It counts as a salad; well, that’s my story
My doctor was very unfair
He said that the
handle on my reclining chair
And my TV remote
control device
Are not sufficient
forms of exercise
There are two women
Calling at houses down
our street
Brow beating everyone
Of the poor
householders they meet
They extol the virtues
Of brown bread and its
effect on fitness
One in particular is
quite fierce
I’m sure that she is a
Hovis Witness
I used to be a Marathon man
A Marathon man was I
Then they renamed them
Snickers
The NHS has plans to save money
And there has been
opposition all right
But the
Gastroenterologists
Don’t have the stomach
for a fight
You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is
essential
To build it up very
gradually
So, for the first week
I am watching sport on
TV
Rain, rain go away,
You’re ruining my holiday
I wait all year to come
away
Rain, rain, go to
Spain,
Don’t come back to
Wales again
I don’t have a favourite;
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love tarty Marti
And svelter Delta
Sloppy Poppy
And vulgar Olga
I love baddy Maddie
And angrier Andrea
Clean Jean
And fairer Farah
I love scorer Pandora
And messy Bessie
Gaudy Maudie
And sassie Cassie
I love a damp vamp
To tell the truth
Or Horny Dawny
And uncouth Ruth
How do you make a fruit desert?
It’s not rocket
science to be curt
If you want your
partner to scram
Just have sex with
another man
I was tired yesterday
And I’m tired again
today
That makes me re-tired
I’d say
If you have sex with a prostitute
And leave without
paying
Is there a specific
law in statute?
Or is it just like
shoplifting
I had just ordered my dream car
The Porsche I’ve
always wanted to own
So, I contacted all my
friends
By text on my mobile
phone
“Can’t wait for the
new 911”
As simple as that,
just the job
An hour later the door
was kicked in
By the anti-terrorist
squad
Being a Christian man,
Of high moral standing
I was not prepared
For the resulting
misunderstanding
It was on my arrival
At the hotel reception
After the pleasantries
And before completing
registration
I merely asked the
receptionist
If she was at all able
To make sure the porn
channel
In my room was
disabled
To which she replied
With the tone of utter scorn
“No, you sick bastard.
Blow, blow thou inner wind -
Thou art so unkind
As man's flatulence
Thy toot is not so keen,
Because thou art not
seen,
Although thy breath be
rude
The folk of the Americas
In that tropical
region
Ate a missionary
And got a taste of
religion
If you were asked the question
How do you get a big
girl into bed?
Would you try to be
PC?
Or say “A piece of
cake” instead
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
My name is that name now
Whenever I go out,
The people will always shout,
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.
(I’M John Smith really but I’ll never be a super star named John Smith)
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Totty Lottie
And Clammy Tammy
Fit Britt
And Whammy Pammy
I love Trixie Pixie
And Peculiar Julia
Able Sable
And Nuclear Petunia
I love Bossy Flossie
And Parley Carli
Silky Elkie
And Gnarly Charlie
I love Fond bond
And Nambi Bambi
Any one of them
Does it for me
How do you make a Fruit gum?
This is easy don’t be
so dumb
The answer is without
a doubt
Ask him to take his
teeth out
My sister is very thin
In fact, she’s a stick
insect
Straight up and down
Viewed from any aspect
If she didn’t wear glasses
Before embracing
No one would know
Which way she was
facing
I’m looking forward to our date
I hope you dress
appropriately
A dress would be nice,
If not a loose-fitting
top
And skirt, flared,
Its more flattering,
Nothing figure hugger
And definitely no
trousers
Stockings obviously,
not tights
I don’t want your bum
to look like a robber
Garters are
acceptable,
A nice lacy ring
Suspenders would be
better
I like to ping
A bra, if you must
Nothing too fiddly
Front loading is ok
As long as it’s
obvious
I hope you’re wearing
granny pants
I’m not a fan of
thongs
Or anything tight
Granny pants are quick
release
And I want you bare
arsed ASAP
That’s how I want the
evening to end
My son wants a spider
For his approaching
birthday
I’m giving it some
thought
I’ve not said yay or
nay
Well, I checked the
price
At a well-known pet
shop
And when they said £90
Wow did my jaw drop
But he’s dead set on a
spider
Won’t accept anything
instead
So, if he really wants
a spider
I’ll get a cheap one
off the web
I have always told my children
And I told them again
last night, quite late
That I didn’t want to
live
In a vegetative state
To be given fluids
from a bottle,
Dependent on a
machine, no matter how up to date
So, they took away my
glass of wine
And unplugged my
computer, the ingrates
Apple have cancelled the launch
Of a new iPod aimed at
kids
But due to negative
feedback
The project is on the
skids
It’s believed the
product
Alas, poor Derek! I blew him, Fellatio: a fellow
of infinite zest, of most excellent fancy: then he hath
boned me on my back a thousand times;
Well, they just arrested a paedophile
Who would look at the
children and drool
He was in the
children’s playground
And was caught playing
with his tool
But credit where
credit is due
He always drove slowly
past the school
Here's the church, and here's the steeple
Open the door and see all the people.
No it’s not a church anymore you see
But another place to
drink coffee
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Pally Sally
And Meaner Tina
Cranky Frankie
And Keener Meena
I love Messy Jesse
And Smiley Kylie
Tiara Clara
And Tidy Heidi
I love Buffy Duffy
And Flexi Alexie
Moanie Joanie
And Sexy Lexie
I love Irate Kate
And Funny Honey
Every one of them
Is on the money
How do you make a fruit fly?
Well first a ticket
you need to buy
Then give him a good
snort
And then take him to
the airport
I went to the ice cream parlour
And ordered an ice
cream sundae
“Hundreds
& thousands?” he asked
“No, I’ll just have
the one for today”
Marjorie was a clairvoyant
Of diminutive stature
Imprisoned for fraud
Or something of that
nature
But she escaped
They couldn’t hold on
to Marge
The police now seek
A small medium at
large
In the great war my grandfather
Survived a mustard gas
attack
On a peace march my
father
Survived a pepper
spray attack
On a rally my uncle
had mace
Squirted right in his
face
I suppose you could
call my ancestors
Seasoned campaigners
In regard to the state of good health
The fact that you
cannot deny
Good health is just
the slowest speed
At which we will
eventually die
My dear friend was pulled under
By a strong currant,
and tragically
My dear friend was
drowned
In his breakfast bowl
of muesli
The NHS has plans to save money
As they are strapped
for cash
The plans have got up
the Allergists noses
And Dermatologists
think them rash
I call my wife my Wi-Fi,
You might wonder why
Well, she works at
home usually
Or in the garden,
truthfully
I have no physical
connection to her
And at night the
neighbour uses her
Hark, hark the dogs do bark
The chavs are coming to town
Some with piercings
and some with tats
And one in a designer gown
In the game of love, you know all the right moves
With Terpsichorean
precision, purposeful and bold
You are mistress of
passion, keeper of my heart
If they awarded medals
for love you’d get the gold
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Dirty Gerty
And Randy Mandy
Stern Fern
And Bandy Sandie
I love Bored Maud
And Doughy Zoë
Glam Sam
And Showy Chloe
I love Choice Joyce
And Petty Lettie
Frigid Ingrid
And Sweaty Betty
I love Intense Hortense
And Hot Dot
Any one of them
Will hit the spot
How do you make a fruit cup?
I know this, I won’t
look it up
To get him to cup them
Just tell him that you
love him
I bought some new Aftershave,
You should try it
It smells of sunflower
seeds
The birds really love
it
Diplomats have the ability
To do their job so
well
That they can tell
you,
To your face, to go to
hell
In a way that not
only,
Does not offend you
But becomes something
You are looking
forward to
I went to the ice cream parlour
At one of our seaside
resorts
And I wanted an ice
cream
But, well, there were
allsorts
“Knickerbocker glory
sir?”
The ice cream man’s
retorts
“Yes, I do enjoy a
certain amount
Of freedom in these
shorts”
If you have begun to tire
Of being the object of
men’s desire
Not of being
attractive per se
But of being hit on
every day
But short of becoming
reclusive
Which is of course not
conducive
There is little to do
but improvise
And swat the insects
like they are flies
I certainly don’t want to be murdered
So, I find myself
rather fascinated
Exactly how important
do you need to be?
Not to be murdered but
to be assassinated
When I die
And I ascend
How long, from
My untimely end
How much time
Must I spend?
What part of eternity
Must I extend?
Wearing the outfit
I wore at the end
Hark, hark my dogs do bark
All day walking round the town
My plates of meat, my
aching feet
I just want a nice sit
down
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Neater Rita
And Nosy Rosie
Beggy Peggy
And Dozy Posy
I love Tatty Patty
And Singular Ingela
Tipsy Bitzi
And Glandular Angela
I love Naïve Neve
And Teaser Louisa
Taller Paula
And “Was a Geezer” Lisa
How do you make a fruit punch?
Well, I have a little
hunch
But I am my no means
certain
But just criticize his
curtains
The Lycra fitted her
Like a second skin.
Taut and seamless
Leaving every contour
revealed
Each curve, each mound
Every peak and valley
Every ridge and canyon
Of her voluptuous
landscape
Her immodesty shown
In stark relief
When I was still but a boy
I went to visit a
house of joy
And although I had to
pay
I would honestly have
to say
That for a coming of
age event
It was the best quid I
ever spent
Velveteen isn’t Velvet
And Sateen isn’t silk
A sours ear isn’t a
purse
And UHT isn’t milk
My brother is dyslexic,
Which is a bit of a
trial
And I also think he’s
gay
But he’s still in
Daniel
In France, they don’t call it a pothole
Instead, they call it
a hen’s nest
It sounds much nicer,
doesn’t it?
But for drivers,
they’re still a pest
People speed
For many reasons
Some are disorganised,
Some are late,
Some are impatient,
Some have no sense of
direction,
For some it’s an
emergency
That fuels their
urgency
But for me, as a
retiree
I have to drive fast
To get there before I
forget
Where it is I’m going
Young at heart
Well, that’s a start
You’re only as old as
you feel
Isn’t that the deal?
Well in my heart I
feel young
But when all said and
done
Being young at heart,
let’s face it
Still means you’re
older in other places
Horsey, horsey don't you stop
Just let your feet go clippetty clop
Make the whip swish
close up the ground
Win the race or your
dog food bound
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Grim Kim
And Moanie Toni
Henpecky Becky
And Naggy Maggie
I love Bella Stella
And Indie Lindy
Funny Honey
And Windy Cindy
I love Tarty Marti
And Burley Shirley
The Felon Helen
And that twirly girlie
I love Flabby Gabby
And Escapee Lee
Chardonnay Kay
And Meat free Fi
I love Prudy Judy
And Racy Macy
Pristine Christine
And Straight Lacy Tracy
Whenever my wife fills in a form for me
And it asks who to
notify in an emergency
She always writes down
her name, what for?
I don’t want her
called, she’s not a doctor
I have just looked at the clock
And it’s left me
feeling great
It’s 4 o’clock on
Friday afternoon
Or what I like to call
the home straight
A pub landlord
Is just a pharmacist
With a more limited
Inventory list
I see you differently tonight
Not the bookish
librarian
No beige sweater and
slacks
No tied back hair
And sensible shoes
Tonight, you are no
quiet librarian
Tonight, you prowl
On four-inch heels
Tonight, you are the
huntress
On the black stockinged
legs
A lioness in a cocktail
dress
Hair flowing like a
mane
Who knew what lay
beneath?
The shapeless beige
And baggy trousers
A woman hid beneath
the drab
A woman with shape and
form
Curves and undulations
Look under S for sexy
Nuclear Petunia was insatiable
A sexual being to her
core
She would do it in a
cupboard
She would do it on the
floor
She never got
exhausted
She just wanted more
and more
Petunia truly was
atomic
She just went on and
on
And in between no
respite
Just another nuclear
fusion
Wendy was bendy
And a delight to
behold
She was pliant and
supple
And easy to fold
Wendy was bendy
Her pliancy had no end
And in the bedroom
She was my flexible
friend
Gang rape is nasty
So is this
statistic
9 out of 10
People enjoy it
How do you make a fruit cordial?
Well, it shouldn’t be
an ordeal
So, I think the best
way to begin
Is just to be nice to
him
The Grand old Duke of York he had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
This upset the lads,
who thought the Duke mad
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Prayer Claire
And Lazy Daisy
Gaudy Maudie
And Crazy Maisy
I love Blue Sue
And Classy Darcy
Timid Ingrid
And Brassy Marcie
I love Shy Di
And Sullen Ellen
Beige Paige
And Barren Karen
I love Chipper Pippa
And Hairy Mary
All of them from
homely
To a little bit scary
I have been charged with murdering a man
With sandpaper, the
really course grit
But I’m pleading it
down to manslaughter
Because I only meant
to rough him up a bit
Embracing is good, I like to hug, and I like to cuddle
But you should be very
careful I would say
As there’s a very fine
line between a cuddle
And holding them down
so they can't get away
I jumped into the cab
'Conan Doyle’s Close
driver'
Don't worry; he said,
We’ll lose him at
the lights Guvna
I went to a party
And I really dressed
to kill
The SAS combat
fatigues
Seemed to fit the bill
Everyone loves an iPod
A w x and y Pod
And an I say I say Pod
A meat and potato pie
Pod
The all at sea aye aye
Pod
The he made me cry Pod
And I’ve got to fly
Pod
And the bye bye Pod
The I’m going to die
Pod,
The, my mate Dai Pod
The must keep it dry
Pod
And the lady Di Pod,
The di diddly di Pod
The one in the eye Pod
The just for a guy Pod
And the Isle of Skye
Pod
The bridge over the
river Kwai Pod
The pig in his sty Pod
The vale of Wye Pod
And the Jamiroquai Pod
The Geordie why eye
Pod
The Scottish ocheye
Pod
The end is nigh Pod
And the x-ray eye Pod
The I can’t tell a lie
Pod
The New Zealanders kai
Pod
The I spy with my
little iPod
Everyone loves their iPod
A mellow fellow
A fellow in yellow
A fellow called
Morello
Morello played the
cello
Morello didn’t bellow
Morello was mellow
The fellow ate his
jello
His jello was yellow
Mellow yellow jello
For a mellow fellow
Mary, lady with the malady
The marmaladie lady
M’lady marmalade
Mary the marmaladie
lady
“Good morning,
Is that lost property?
I have misplaced some
articles
Could you possibly help
me?
The last time I had them?
Was on a train to Waterloo
Traveling from
Rowland’s Castle
I think it was the
9.22
The items are of
particular import,
The first item was my
heart,
Which has been
returned,
In a state of
disrepair, but it’s a start
Other articles include,
my dignity,
My self-respect, have
you seen them at all?
What about my backbone?
Or perhaps you have
found my balls”
Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper,
What shall we do for
him? He’s a bit of a nutter
And he can’t sing a
note everyone knows
So we’ll audition him
on one of Simons shows
I have a favourite type of girl,
But it’s not like I am
facile
Nothing wrong with
preferences
I just like my girls
to be gracile
Sinuous and willowy
I don’t look for a
pretty face
But they should have
about them
Some elegance and
grace
It takes the like of Nimble
Kimble
Or the lovely Lithe
Blythe
The aptly named Bendy
Wendy
Or Lissom Blossom to feast my eyes
To break wind alfresco
Seems to me such a
waste
If you can feel it
coming
Move inside with all
haste
Stand under the air
conditioning
Then everyone gets a
taste
Gwen looks like Mavis Cruet,
The plump clumsy
fairy,
The one from Willo the
Wisp
All warty and hairy
Mavis was too fat too
fly
With erratic magical
powers
Gwen knows what we
call her
And she sits in her
office and glowers
She may look like
Mavis Cruet,
But in truth she’s
like Evil Edna
And she will wreak her
revenge
Because she’s our
employer
St Anthony is a patron saint
Of lost things,
articles and bits
I once had a St
Anthony Medal
But I don’t know where
to find it
Here is an important life tip
That will help you
like as not
If you see a lot, take
a few
If you see a few, take
the lot
You can wear an ankle bracelet
And have piercings
through your bits
You can even have a
tramp stamp
But don’t go messing
with your tits
You can wear a thong
up your bum
You can remove every
hair you’ve grown
You can show everyone
your belly
But please leave your
tits alone
I’ll admit they’re not
the biggest
But you have the
perfect little pair
I don’t want you to
look like Jordan
With two footballs
hanging there
Your breasts were made
by nature
And by definition they
are perfection
I don’t want a surgeon
Frankenstein
Messing with your
lovely confections
I’ve been dreading, turning forty,
But it occurred to me
then
That I won’t really be
40
I’ll just be thirty 10
At last, I’m retired
It’s just what I
desired
So goodbye to the
tension
And hello to my
pension
I went to a party
And I really dressed
to kill
A werewolf and a full
moon
Seemed to fit the bill
One, two, three, four, five.
Once I caught a fish alive,
Now you don’t see that every day
Not on the Thames
anyway
I don’t have a favourite,
I love them all
Shorty and sporty
Petite and tall
Dowdy and flashy
High and mighty
Shy and vivacious
Safe and flighty
I love Juicy Lucy
Smelly Kelly,
Scraggy Maggie
And Silly Millie
I love Gay Mei
And Straight Kate
Spotty Dotty
And Plain Jane’s great
So is Jolly Molly
Clingy thingy
Obese Louise
And Skinny Ginny
I love Boozey Suzie
Sweaty Betty and all
I love them long,
I love them short, I
love them tall
When a narcissist’s riding of
The tunnel of love is planned
He’ll want to sit
alone in a car
So, he can hold his
own hand
The highways department have decided
In a review of speed
management
To replace the current
Traffic calming
measures
No more speed bumps
Or chicanes
Flashing road signs or
traffic cameras
No bollards or over
painted road surfaces
A newer cheaper
alternative has been found
To promote road safety
So, the highways dept
have decided
Just to stop repairing
potholes
Because they really
slow drivers down
Here is a statistic
That is a bit crappy
Only one in seven
dwarves
Are actually happy
I went to my bank yesterday
As I went to work,
it’s on my way
I said to the cashier
Miss Valance
“Hello, can you check
my balance”
She replied “yes
certainly Mr. Dover”
Then walked round and
pushed me over
I’m moving from Busan to Seoul
But my family don’t
approve
But I start a new job
in Seoul next week
The stress of being a teenager
Do you remember?
Especially the instant
arousals
Of the little member
The slightest thought
Of a sexual nature
Instantly breathed
life
Into your little creature
Your heart starts
pumping
And the blood surges
To feed the beast
On sexual urges
All of which
Was fine and dandy
Providing of course
you had
Your girlfriend handy
Or some privacy
Then there was no
issue
Providing of course
you had
A supply of tissue
Not so helpful
If you’re out walking
Or with your granny
Sat small talking
In any place
That you couldn’t
touch
That I’m afraid
I didn’t like much
Like on the bus
Or on the train
When a girl gets on
And oh no not again
I fight for my life
In the icy water
But fatigue overcomes
me
And I succumb
To the welcoming
waters
And as I slip beneath
the waves
My life replays before
me
Like an old home movie
And I think to my self
As my life ebbs away
Damn that was boring
My wife was tragically overcome
By a very unsavoury
hum
To which she did
succumb
As a result of the
deadly aroma
My wife of ten years,
Oma
Now lies prone in a
coma
But the main reason
I’m so glum
Is that the offending
noxious hum
Actually emanated from
my bum
So, my dear wife alas
and alack
Now lays motionless on
her back
Because of her husband’s
gas attack
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Eating his Christmas pie
He stuck in his thumb
After scratching his bum
Then offered to share his pie.
She was without her knickers at Twickers
There was a little
thatch at Brans Hatch
There was a blushing
fellow at Flushing Meadow
When she was legs
akimbo in the limo
Walkers’ crisps should be forced to comply
With trade description
legislation
And stop disappointing
their customers
With their artificial
flavourization
When purchasing a bag
of Walkers crisps
The connoisseur would
think it a mistake
If he was unable to
detect the distinct flavour
Of sweaty cagoule and
Kendal mint cake
I have a favourite type of girl,
Nothing wrong with
that
I love my ladies ample
Like beautiful Fat pat
Also Porkus Dorcas
And Obese Louise,
Glandular Angela
Gives me a good
squeeze
I love voluminous
I love them rounder
I love them full
bodied
Because rounder is
sounder