Little Bobby Snooks was fond of his books,
And loved by his mother and father;
But the kind of books, read by Bobby Snooks,
were pornographic in nature
Little Bobby Snooks was fond of his books,
And loved by his mother and father;
But the kind of books, read by Bobby Snooks,
were pornographic in nature
Are you wearing something shocking?
Beneath your beautiful
wedding dress
Well, it’s not the
stockings and suspenders
But your tattooed arse
that will cause distress
Colin Smith smiled when he remembered his very first girlfriend, her name was Bernadette O’Flaherty, and he would be the first one to admit that she was ever so slightly unattractive.
Bernadette's
complexion was best described as porridge like, and she had an unflattering
monobrow which prompted his brother Phil to suggested she must have fallen from
the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
Although she was
considered quite a looker where she was born in Blackheath despite a large
warty nose and a bit of a ginger moustache, and tufts of red hair under her
arms which looked like she was smuggling a pair of ginger hamsters, and she had
a funny eye, so it appeared that one was looking at you and the other one was
looking for you, but love is blind, so they say.
Phil told him she had
a face like a smashed crab or a bag full of spanners, but beauty is only skin
deep, though it often looked like she had hers on inside out, and she was best
viewed in a dimmed light.
Phil suggested viewing
her from a distance would be preferable, which Colin thought was a bit unkind,
however he did always think it was best not to see her naked form but tackle
her from behind in the dark.
Her hairy legs and
hairy nipples didn’t help, and her figure was less curvy and more saggy.
She was older than him
by a few years and had certainly been around the block and she was a bit of an
old banger but on long cold dark nights she was a real bundle of fun even if
she did have a face like a well smacked arse, Bernadette was more than
acceptable for a shy young man to practice on.
My sister has an unusual trade,
She is a lesbian
carpenter
There are certain
criteria
Which really seem to
suit her
No male / female
joining
No screwing required
No nuts or penetrative
bolts
Only tongue and groove
is desired
A man living in Bristol
Has been shot with a
starting pistol;
The police have now
stated
That it's definitely
race related.
A man said to the chemist
"Give me three packets of condoms miss."
She replied, "Do you need a bag, sir?"
Bimbette took her goldfish to the vet
"I think it's got epilepsy" Bimbette said.
The Vet took a good long look
Then stood scratching his
head
"It seems calm
enough to me".
Said the puzzled vet,
Bimbette replied
“Dad, Dad where are the Alps”?
“I’m sorry son I
cannot say
Ask your mother she’s
the one
Who tidies all the
stuff away”?
I lay in bed quite restless
In a measure of
distress
Uncomfortable in my nightdress
And I started to
obsess
Why was the sun an
absentee?
Then quite suddenly
At half past three
It dawned on me
He was driving home,
Shit faced drunk
Pissed as a cricket
Drunk as a skunk
Suddenly he swerved
To avoid a tree,
Then another, then another.
Then another tree
The police stopped him
For driving
erratically
“Having a little
trouble”?
The cop asked
sarcastically
The drunk told the cop
About the trees
everywhere
The cop just pointed
To the air freshener hanging
there
Cock a doodle doo,
My wife has lost her shoe;
Oh what a convenient confidence trick
Just so she can buy
some new
A traffic cop saw Bimbette knitting while driving
And couldn’t believe
his eyes at all
He angrily shouted at
her “Pull over, pull over”
She shouted back “no,
it’s a shawl”
Are you wearing something wicked?
Are you black clad
beneath the white?
Underneath your dress
are you silkily encased?
For a very wicked
wedding night
Though not the type
To put it about
She was a looker
Without a doubt
It’s a shame
I’m not in with a
shout
I’ll just go home
And knock one out
My wife has been missing for a week
The Police haven’t found
her yet
They told me to
prepare for the worst
So, I've put all her
clothes back in the closet
The body builder took off his vest
And Bimbette said, "What a Great chest
It’s because of all the exercising maybe”
He said, ‘That’s 100
lbs. of dynamite, Baby.'
The body builder took
off his trousers
And Bimbette said “Oh
wowsers
What great legs you have, strong like iron!”
He said, “That’s 100 lbs. of dynamite, Hon”'
The body builder took off his shorts
But instead of
complimentary retorts
Bimbette ran away
screaming in fear
“I’m getting the hell
out of here”
He quickly got dressed
and followed on
And earnestly asked
her what was wrong
“I got afraid of all
that dynamite because
When I saw how short
the fuse was!”
I told a joke about alternative medicine
And it only raised a
smirk
That’s the problem
with Homeopathic humour
It doesn’t really work
My wife and I walked passed,
A very posh restaurant
last night.
"Did you smell
that food, it smelt incredible?"
She said and she was
quite right
Being something of a
thoughtful man
I mused as we
walked along the street
“Oh, what the hell she
deserves it”
So, I walked her
passed again as a treat
I’m not possessed of the work ethic
But I don’t mind going
there
However, the
eight-hour wait
To go home is a real
nightmare
A sign on the vending machine read
This machine takes all
your money
And gives nothing in
return
I thought not unlike
my ex-wife, Honey
When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself,
but people told me not to get left on the shelf
So, I made up my mind
and got me a wife
Too late I realised I
had surrendered my life
Are you wearing clean underwear?
That’s what my mum
asked me. I swear
Every time I left the
house to go out
Are you wearing clean
underwear? She’d shout
As I proceeded swiftly
with my fleeing
But her concern was
not for my well being
She was worried about
her embarrassment
If I were to suffer a
serious accident
And be undressed by
the nursing staff
Where my dirty pants
would raise a laugh
Conceived by savants
Designed by computers
Precision Built by
robots
And driven by
commuters
Everything limber
Everything pert
The quivering flesh
In a well filled shirt
The flattering flutter
Of a pleated skirt
The coquettish look
Of an obvious flirt
Long slender legs
That caught the eye
Atop a stockinged limb
A glimpse of thigh
A hint of lace
As she passes by
And a look that says
“Don’t even try”
You’re really buff
You’re a bit of fluff
You’re a bit of stuff
Are you buff in the
buff?
Sweet Wendy Foy
Fancied trendy Roy
Roy was a friendly boy
Who used Wendy Foy
Like a bendy toy
She enjoyed un-bendy
Roy
And his trendy toy
That gave Wendy Joy
Let me say this from the start
You’re a lovely bit of
stuff
I say this in all
sincerity
You’re a gorgeous
piece of fluff
I can’t emphasize this
enough
You are truly cute and
buff
What I wouldn’t freely
give
To spy you in the buff
And what I wouldn’t do
For a glimpse of your
chuff
Just to see if there
is parity
Between collar and
cuff
At 3am there was a knock at the door
It was my neighbour,
the cheeky little strumpet
3 o’clock in the
morning, can you believe that?
Having the door
knocked by some bit of crumpet
All I can say is that
it was lucky for the little madam
I was still up playing
my trumpet
He called out to his wife
As he sat watching TV
"When I die, I’m
going to leave
Everything to you, sweetie!"
She shouted back,
"You already do,
you lazy B"
Mary loved her little lamb
Every single day of course
But most of all on
Sunday
With homemade mint
sauce
Are you wearing a negligee?
It’s really very nice,
I must say
I can see through it
all the way
Every line, every
curve, every dip
But if I might just offer
a little tip
The foliage could do
with a clip
I really need to moderate
The way I live my life
Last night I drank so
much
I turned into my wife
I failed to grasp
simple logic
And became overly
emotional
Then I talked
incessantly
And made no sense at
all
The police knocked at my door
And gave me the fright
of my life
First, they asked me
my name
Then showed me a
picture of the wife
“I’m afraid it looks
like she’s been
Hit by a bus,” the officer
said to me
I nodded and said in
reply “I know
But she has a lovely
personality”
How is it that women can go through childbirth?
With all its inherent
agony
Yet manage to scare
themselves to death
At the sight of a dust
bunny
I’m a free agent once again
Since I broke up with
my optician girlfriend
She was very nice but
to be honest
It was our sex life in
the end
That broke up our
bliss
She kept saying “is it
better like this or this”?
Bimbette was in the shower
And spent all day in
the en suite
Because it said on the
shampoo bottle
“Lather, Rinse,
Repeat”
As the 747 was falling
Uncontrollably from
the sky
A female passenger
ripped off her clothes
And began to cry
“Can someone make me
feel like a real woman?
Before I die”?
A man stood up and
took off his shirt
“Here iron this,” said
the guy
Come and hear grandpa play
His tuneful little
flageolet
Come hear the Zufolo
toot
And listen to his
fipple flute
Cars keep getting faster and faster
Hurtling from disaster
to disaster
We should slow them
down again
To the speed of the driver’s
brain
Mary had a little drink
And got pissed as a
cricket
She was found in the
woods
Showing the boys her
thicket
Are you wearing an engagement ring?
Oh isn’t it a
beautifully sparkly thing
It clearly signifies
as it sparkles in the light
That you haven’t yet
married Mr Right
So even if the answer
might well be no
It’s definitely well
worth giving it a go
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working as an elocutionist
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the clients
When it says Enunciate,
Enunciate
I went to the countryside
And you know when I
looked
I could see animals
roaming about
That were totally
uncooked
I really need to moderate
The way I live my life
Last night I drank so
much
I turned into my wife
I lost the ability to
rationalise
I couldn’t think
logically
And couldn’t grasp the
offside law
Then I had to sit down
to pee
I will never understand women
How is it they can
pour wax, molten
Onto their naked flesh
and then to boot
Rip it off pulling out
the hair by the root
And yet can by
completely terrified by
A spider that’s even
smaller than a fly
My wife said, “Take off all my clothes
And throw them on the
floor”
I was taken aback to
be honest
Then she said “and
don’t wear them anymore”
Bimbette was found in her cell
Hanging by the ankles
from a beam
She claims it was a
suicide attempt
This is normal for her
it would seem
When she was told that
to kill herself
The rope would need to
be around her throat
She said that she had
tried that first
But she stopped when
she started to choke
My wife left the house last week
For a pint of milk and
never came back
Everyone keeps asking
how I’m coping
But I used the
powdered or had it black
Peaches suddenly said
“Look at the dead bird
there”
Bimbette at once
looked up
And said “where”?
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of
her forehead.
No one was to
tease
That everyone agreed
As she was the
daughter of Herman Munster
Are you wearing a wedding ring?
Well never mind about
that old thing
You’re only married,
you haven’t died
Come on you know you
want to inside
Don’t worry about the
wedding ring
Come on have some fun
let’s have a fling
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working as an un-packer
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the workers
When it says Extricate, Extricate
Are you wearing one?
Then you’ll get none
No glove
No love
Each year shall be recorded
In your now pretty face
Soon your youth will vanish
Fading without a trace
And with each passing year
You will slowly lose the race
You will fall further behind
Until you are in last place
And a lifetime will be recorded
In your now pretty face
If you should find
Three hand grenades one day
Take them to a police station
And should one explode on the way
You can tell the police
You only found two anyway
I’m ready for a holiday
With blue skies and sand and sea
But if my wife doesn’t get pregnant
I’m taking her with me
When first I saw her
I thought her vaguely fascinating
But on further study
She was only fascinatingly vague
I hate living under the threat
Of terrorism every day
I can remember when if you saw
An unattended bag on the railway
You would say to yourself
I’m going to have that away
Sally always had
The same old coiffure
And thought that
Her marriage was secure
But her husband chose
A new style of hair
And she found one day
He was no longer there
I really need to moderate
The way I live my life
Last night I drank so much
I turned into my wife
I argued over nothing at all
Behaved like a holy terror
And I refused to apologise
When I was obviously in error
Mary had a little lamb
She also had a horse
She could never eat
her ride
But lamb with mint
sauce?
Are you wearing under crackers?
To cover up your
knackers
Is the boxer
revolution
Your best underwear
solution
Or do they dangle to
and fro
As you walk about
commando
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working at the Hotel
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the Guests
When it says Remunerate,
Remunerate
I stay in the relationship
Even though it’s not
right
At the end of the day
I stay with her out of
spite
Prisoners are such a nuisance
When they are justly
contained
Because of human rights
We can’t keep them
restrained
And it’s so labour
intensive
To keep them all
entertained
Working in a sweat shop
Is, dawn to dusk,
sew-sew
Conditions are
appalling
And never thought
so-so
I don’t go on Twitter
To follow celebrity
chatter
I find them
contemptible
They should rename it
Twatter
My mum never touches strong drink
Which is her defensive
buffering
Though not on
religious grounds
Mum should be a parole officer
Because in her defence
With her around
No one finishes a
sentence
I went into an
electrical shop
And could find no one
to assist
I got angrier and
angrier
Until finally I
couldn’t resist
“Can someone sell me a
toaster”
I shouted in a
frustrated tiz
A female assistant
said “Kenwood?”
I took a deep breath
and responded
“Let me explain
something Ms
I just want someone to
sell me a toaster
I don’t care what his
name is”
When good King Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly King;
But Lancelot did shag the Queen
And that was not the thing
So, he killed the Queen
but spared Lance
As he was still loyal
to his King
Are you wearing a carnation?
To mark you out at the
station
As you stand beneath
the clock
In your best evening
frock
Or do you keep it
under your cloak
Until you get a look
at the bloke
And if you don’t fancy
him
Do you throw it in the
bin?
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working as a Miner
He doesn’t really communicate
And it scares a lot of
the workers
When it says Excavate,
Excavate
One day you look in the mirror
And beneath the
lathers
You realize that the
face
You are shaving is
your fathers
Rather than eating chicken soup
Just laugh a little
every day
It’s much more
beneficial
Well, that’s what the
chickens say
Oh God I feel so old
Just send for the
undertaker
I’ve started making
the same noises
As my coffee maker
Their eyes met at the supermarket
She clearly recognized
him
But he was drawing a
blank
So, a smile was
exchanged between them
She decided to break
the ice
And pleasantly, said
"Hello!"
She obviously knew him
She was a stranger to
him though
So, he asked, "Do
you know me?
You do look familiar”
he lied
"I think you're
the father
Of one of my
kids." She replied,
“Are you the drunken
cheerleader?
I shagged under the
bleachers’”
She gave him a look
and said
“No, I'm one of your
son's teachers"
No, you don’t have “big bones”
That belief is mere
folly
Let’s face it you’re
just fat
It’s a shame you’re
not jolly
You have just been sick
And not just a bit
So, stop pretending
And spare me the wit
It isn’t just a hiccup
With some pizza in it
I stay in the relationship
Even though it’s
crappy
Because with someone
else
She might turn out to
be happy
“Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
"I'm going clubbing, mate," she said.
"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"
"Only if you're paying, mate," she said.
Are you wearing a flower?
Pinned to your lapel
A Rose or a Carnation
So, your date can
easily tell
Who you are in the
crowd
And you can see them
as well
But if you cannot spot
them
Stood beneath the
tower
And you find yourself
alone
Long after the
allotted hour
Somewhere on the floor
Will be a discarded
flower
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working at the theme park
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the visitors
When it says Exhilarate,
Exhilarate
With saltwater blood
The valiant mariners
Are bound to the sea
By unseen chains
And serve their
mistress
In sun and rain
But when gales blow
And storm and tempest
Batters and bloodies
They pray to the
master
To be carried to shore
And when land sits
Beneath their feet
They crave a deck
And a rolling sea
And are drawn back
To their mistress
In the autumn of my years
In the twilight of the
setting suns
Will I become that
which I despise?
A burden to my loved
ones
Darkness evades the light
It retreats into tight
corners
And hides just out of
reach
Where the light stops
short
And the darkness waits
Patiently biding its
time
As the day ebbs away
And the shadows
lengthen
Until the darkness
rules again
They’re the “in crowd”
The cool ones
The clique
Wearing the right
clothes
Saying the right
things
Defining cool
The un-cool sit
On the outside looking
in
Wishing to be “in”
They bully and barrack
And show off to the
crowd
The shallow crew
Sneering at cleverness
Shaming the boffins
In front of their
crowd
Soon they will know
They have no future
They’re the cool fools
Don’t be envious
Stay with your piers
Friendship rocks
Just stand fast
Stick with your
friends
That’s true cool
Bimbette texted Peaches "Windows
@ home, frozen - what should I do?"
Peaches texted back “use some de-icer
Or boiling water will probably do”
Bimbette “OK, computer went bang
And lights have fused
too"
After passing his driving test, a teenage boy,
Asked his dad if he
would buy him a car
Dad thought about it for
a while and replied
“If you do better at
school than you have so far,
Go to church every
Sunday without fail
And get a haircut. I
will buy you a car”
After a few months had
passed the boy
Asked his dad if he
would buy him a car
Dad thought about it
for a while and replied
“Well, you have
improved at school by far
And you’ve gone to
church every Sunday
But you still need a haircut,
so no car”
The boy replied,
“Since going to church
I have learned a very
great deal so far
Samson, John the
Baptist, Moses, and Jesus
All had long hair, so
we are on a par"
Dad smiled and said, “They may all have had
Long hair but none of
them had a car”
I knew the very moment that
The romance had died,
it was after
I drank from my wife’s
slipper
And almost choked on a
corn plaster
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown.
He does it for attention so everyone can see
Because he thinks that
he’s a celebrity
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working at Tesco’s
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the shoppers
When it says Extortionate,
Extortionate
Are you wearing body paint?
Don’t tell me that you
aint
Now you’ve got me in a
fluster
I can see its glorious
lustre
What a sexy sight to
savour
What? It’s chocolate
flavour?
Don’t tease me now
stop it
There’s only one thing
can top it
I’ll tell you and no
mistake
And that’s a Cadbury’s
flake
She looked in the mirror
Then she started to
cry
She had seen her first
grey hair
When you finish the treatment
You feel like number
one
I would certainly
recommend it
Acupuncture is a jab
well done
The smog sits over Los Angeles
On another California
day
But when the smog
finally lifts
U.C.L.A.
An eminent professor thought
Her earthquake theory
was sound
But soon found her
knowledge
Was on very shaky
ground
With marriage she got a mixture
Of happiness and
stress
A husband and a
companion
And a new name and a
dress
Solitude is not a negative
That’s something I’ve
always known
And for the sake of
your sanity
Escape the combat zone
And once in a while
Spend some time alone
In my youth I looked fearlessly
At long distant hills
Squinting to bring
them into focus
With a feeling of
contempt
But old age has
quickly delivered me
To those once distant
hills
As now I stand before
them
And I am fearful
Feeling contempt for
myself
For not embracing
every step
Along that short journey
But its only idle
reflection
And regret is useless
For the hills are no
longer distant
And now the race is
almost run
Hey diddle dinkety, poppety, pet,
The Bankers of London should wear scarlet;
As a mark of dishonour to shame them
But they carry on as before these banking men
Are you wearing
“Lily of the valley”?
It smells very much
Like you are Sally
So don’t deny it
I can tell that it’s
true
“Lily of the valley”?
How old are you?
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working at the Uni
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the debaters
When it says Expostulate,
Expostulate
Did you hear about the guy?
Who was guillotined
and how
His whole left side
was cut off
Obviously, he's all
right now
I had to run for the train
And I had my laptop
with me
And now it doesn’t
work
I must have jogged the
memory
In a democracy,
It’s your vote that
counts;
Which seems perfectly
fair
In feudalism,
It’s your Count that
votes.
Did you see what I did
there?
When he’s making clocks
And hunger beacons
The clock man will
Go back four seconds.
One of the guys fell into
The upholstery
machine,
He was quickly
discovered
And they knew what to
do
To get him out the
machine
Now he’s fully recovered
He was blessed most verily
With a photographic
memory
It was never developed
sadly
A universal truth of worth
On which you can truly
depend
If they get too big
for the britches
They’ll be exposed in
the end
Higgledy Piggledy,
My fat hen,
She lays eggs
Full of Collagen
Good for women,
And good for men,
Higgledy Piggledy,
My fat hen!
Are you wearing a brassiere?
You seem to have a
pretty pair
Though I don’t think
you’re being fair
Because I know you
don’t I Clair
And I must honestly
declare
To have spent some
time up there
And if it’s not a
padded brassier
You’ve got a pair of
socks up there
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working at the Old Bailey
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the Barristers
When it says Extenuate,
Extenuate
It used to be “batteries not included”
For products small and
large
Now they come with
batteries
But are they free of
charge?
She was a manicurist
He was a dentist
And when they wed
It was widely said
That they couldn’t
fail
But they fight tooth
and nail
The piano fell down
The mineshaft
And I know that
It sounds a bit daft
There was a cacophony
From the Bechstein-er
That eventually
resulted
In A flat miner
If you spend more than you earn
There’s no way to
fudge it
You are stuck with
your debts
If you can't manage to
budge it
I like my eggs fried or poached
And scrambled are a
treat
I rather enjoy an omelette
But boiled egg is hard
to beat
I’ve just been to the shops
They didn’t impress me
at all
But if you’ve seen one
shopping centre
You’ve seen a mall
Police were called to the kindergarten
And the reason for the
request
Was a troublesome
three-year-old
Who was resisting a
rest
Jack and Jill went into town
To have a drink with
each other
They both fell down
Outside the crown
And then threw up in
the gutter
Are you wearing a wonder bra?
I think you almost
certainly are
If you’re not I’ll eat
my cigar
Because nature isn’t
that bizarre
And doesn’t push them
up that far
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working at the Old Bailey
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the Barristers
When it says Exonerate,
Exonerate
What do you call?
The first asylum
seeker to appear
From his hiding place
Obviously, it’s
Amir
What do you call?
The second one, come
to dwell
To have a better life
His name’s Amir
Azwel!
What do you call?
The third man lithe of
limb
Immerging from the
truck
Amir Azwel Azim!
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken,
Lay a little egg for me.
Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken,
I want one for my tea
And this time if I
don’t get one.
You’ll be dead by half past three.
So, chick, chick, chick, chicken,
They’ll be chicken for my tea
Once I rocked your world
And made you turn and
stare
But that was a world
away
Now I rock my rocking
chair
The alphabet of doom
(I’m)
Arthritic,
Bronchial,
Calloused,
(And)
Decaying,
Exitial,
Flatulent,
Gaseous,
(And)
Haemorrhoidal,
Incontinent,
Jaundiced,
Knackered,
Liver spotted,
(And)
Myopic,
Neuralgic,
Overdue,
Preoperative,
(And)
Queasy,
Rheumatic,
Shaky,
Tremulous,
Unviable,
(And)
Viral,
(A)
Worrywart,
Xanthochroic,
Yellow
(And)
Zeroed
(And that’s on a good day)
(I’m)
Arthritic,
Bronchial,
Calloused,
(And)
Decaying,
Exitial,
Flatulent,
Gaseous,
(And)
Haemorrhoidal,
Incontinent,
Jaundiced,
Knackered,
Liver spotted,
(And)
Myopic,
Neuralgic,
Overdue,
Preoperative,
(And)
Queasy,
Rheumatic,
Shaky,
Tremulous,
Unviable,
(And)
Viral,
(A)
Worrywart,
Xanthochroic,
Yellow
(And)