Pat a cake, Pat a cake, Bakers man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Full of E numbers and artificial flavouring
Then microwave it until
the oven pings
Pat a cake, Pat a cake, Bakers man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Full of E numbers and artificial flavouring
Then microwave it until
the oven pings
Are you wearing baggy trousers?
For any particular
reason
They aren’t the height
of fashion
They’re not even last
season
You think they look
“cool”
Whereas they look
simply shoddy
I don’t know why you wear
them
Unless you have a
baggy body
This is a public information message
The information is for
everyone
Kindly heed this
important warning
If you wish to heat or
cook a bun
Using the microwave
and the toaster
Simultaneously must
not be done
It could throw the
earth out of orbit
And send us crashing
into the sun
There is a pill, that I take a lot
I take it when I don’t
feel so hot
I knew the name but
then I forgot
And the nameless pill
I take a lot
Tells me I'm happy
when I'm not
They make my eyes itch
They make me sneeze
They make me cough
They make me wheeze
They make me choke
They make me seize
Give me a cure
Oh won’t you please
Free me from
These allergies
There is a pill that I have to take
For recreation the
doctor said
It’s a very special
little blue pill
And I use it to raise
up the dead
As I stood on my drive
I saw cracking little
lass
Bend over on the
footpath
Showing me her ass
My high blood pressure
Went up even more
Then my pacemaker
Opened the garage door
You know I still feel
"Young at
heart"
But considerably older
In every other part
Pour me a Scotch Whisky
With only two drops of
water
Please can you do that
for me?
My dearest daughter
For at my age I can
hold my liquor
But I can’t hold my
water
They want me to adopt a wild cat
Which is quite absurd
Where on earth am I
going to keep
A fully-grown Leopard?
I love sixpence, jolly, jolly, sixpence,
I love sixpence as my life.
Well I don’t actually because it’s only worth 2 ½ p
And what can you buy
with that?
Are you wearing make up?
You don’t usually wear
a scrap
Well, you look
prettier than ever
Are you going to meet
a chap?
You’re not meeting a
beau?
What, no one has set
their cap?
But there is someone
you like
Someone you’d like to
entrap
Well, whoever he might
be
He is definitely a
lucky chap
Too be caught by one
as lovely as you
In sweet loves tender
trap
My you have a glint in
your eye
Why are you climbing
on my lap?
What are you doing to
my ear?
Should we just slow
down perhaps
It’s hard to
concentrate when you do that
So please let me just
recap
Am I right in assuming
by your behaviour?
That I’m the lucky
chap
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and clear
And looked out towards
the west
Where it was possible
to make out
Malin Head in Donegal
When I lived in Melbourne
I often used to wonder
Why the Local Area
Network
Wasn’t called The LAN
down under
"Could I try on that pretty dress
In the window?" she
asked him
He replied "well
I would prefer
That you used a
cubicle madam"
He was opulence itself
With his lavish
display
Of wealth and
affluence
By means quite ample,
His riches clearly
abundant
To put it another way
And to use the vernacular
He was totally Minted
Such was her attitude
She felt gratitude
For her beatitude
At ending her solitude
It’s in a state of disgrace
Resulting from detestable
behaviour
Where hatred and
contempt reign
And despicable acts
are the norm
Simple pure
unadulterated odium
Hatred and
condemnation
Loathing and contempt
Disrepute or infamy
Hate coupled with
disgust
Pure unadulterated
odium
That’s why I avoid the
forum
When I was a kid
My sister worked
At the Odeon Wood Green
And got me in for
nothing
I loved the pictures
And I went everyday
It was a special place
to me
Of course, it was a
far cry
From its Roman
namesake
With its grand
architecture
And hi-brow classical
Musical performances
But it was a magical
place
Where I lost myself
In the flickering
shadows
Of movieland
And escaped reality
She was silver haired
And her face was lined
But she was content
And felt blessed
To have lived
long enough
To have grey hair,
And to have had
Such a happy life
That the laughter of
her youth
Was etched into her
face
Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And said, "is that stuff pro-biotic?
Are you wearing a frown?
Is something getting
you down?
It’s something I’ve
done?
A broken rule? What
another one?
Oh now what is that
look about?
I’ve done it now, no
doubt
Now your arms are
folded
I’m about to get
scolded
No I don’t have a clue
What I’ve done to
upset you
If you don’t tell me
I’ll never guess
The reason for your
distress
So spit it out nice
and plain
To avoid having to say
it again
Ok so the reason for
the frown
Is I didn’t put the
loo seat down
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
On a day so crisp and
clear
And looked out towards
the west
Where it was possible
to see
Rathlin Island clear
as day
And Ballycastle just
beyond
21st Century Nursery Rhymes
I really find are such
a doddle
Though most people
think
That they are a load
of twaddle
But as I rapidly
approach
The autumn of my days
It’s frankly just too
late
For me to change my
ways
Because of the obvious risk
That one of us might
fall
I had a stair lift
fitted
Which I don’t mind at
all
But my wife says that
its
Driving her up the
wall
In the morning
My dad used to
Throwback the curtains
And loudly say
“Wakey, wakey
Rise and shine”
Well as a teenager
“Rise” I could manage
But “shine”
Was never going to
happen
The endless pavement
Eats away the leather
Wears away my soles
And with each step
My spirits erode
Until I am threadbare
And broken
With worn out soles
On the perpetual
pavement
Life etched in my face
Each line speaking for
me,
Of an action or an
event
But the presence of
each
Is a part of the whole
That is the complete
me
“You can’t take it with you”
That’s what they say
But at the end of the
day
A will is a dead
giveaway
A bicycle couldn't stand up
Alone it transpired
Because after a cycle
It was obviously two
tired
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep
And doesn’t know where to find them
Silly cow
Are you wearing lipstick?
Well to avoid looking
like a dipstick
You might want to adjust
it a bit
Maybe you could tone
it down
Before you go off to
town
You don’t want to look
like a clown
I had a vivid dream
And you were there
Lovely as the day we
met.
I smelt your perfume
It was heavenly
A fragrance so evocative
I was intoxicated
It was blessed
Euphoria.
I felt your caress
Tender like the first
time
It was so real
My flesh tingled
The hairs on my neck
stood up.
I kissed your lips
Like I did so many times
And my heart missed a
beat
Just as it always did.
I would have stayed with
you
Forever in your
embrace
I wanted to stay
But I was dragged away
To awake in the real
world
Where you no longer
reside
And I was once again
alone
But for a short time
I had you back
Even if it was just a
dream
But what a special
dream
A priceless dream
A dream, that if I
could
I would dream again and
again
When I first met her
I was attracted by her
looks
My first thought was
not
I wonder if she cooks
But her literary
inadequacy’s
One certainly brooks
She was only ever
interested
In my cheque books
My husband’s behaviour
Is truly appalling
However, it’s my fault
really
Which is quite galling
If I hadn’t fed him
cat food
Just for the laughs
He wouldn’t sit on the
carpet
Licking his own arse
Since the beginning of time, the one thing
A woman really wants from
her man
Is his commitment, it’s
not a lot to expect
So have him committed
as soon as you can
If you’ve been looking for
A committed man for
ions,
You should have started
When I was a boy
I saved my pennies
For a rainy day
I saved every cent,
My pocket money
Every Friday
The Money back
On the empties
A paper round
In the morning
And delivering
The Weekly Sport
On a Saturday evening
Cleaning Grandmas
windows
And Odd jobs
For the neighbours
Then on Saturday
morning
I’d take it all,
The Ten bob notes
And tanners,
Halfpennies
And threepenny bits
And pay it all in
To my Post Office
savings
I can remember a time
In the dim and distant
past
When you could boast
To your friends and
neighbours
That you were the
proud user
Of the British Gas
five star,
All singing all
dancing,
Central heating and boiler
cover
Which was akin to
saying
You had a Rolls Royce
Parked in your garage
Such was its superior
quality
Of course that was a world
away
In in different
century
Now having British Gas
homecare
Is the equivalent to
owning,
A 1983 Skoda
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
Looking out across the
sea
To the distant misty
shores
Of Antrim far away
Cry Baby Bunting
Daddy's gone a-hunting
Well that’s not really true
He’s gone to Tesco’s
with my sister Su
Are you wearing a scowl?
Or is it your
irritable bowel
No, it’s an irritable
scowl
Because I left my wet
towel
When I told mum
I had opened a theatre
I got a rather strange
Reaction from her
“Are you having me
on?”
She said to me
I said “you'll have to
audition
And then we’ll see”
Merseyside Police sealed the City Centre
As they didn’t want to
take a risk
As a suspicious object
was seen in a car
It turned out later to
be a tax disk
I like breakin’ and poppin’
And dancing to Hip hop
At Sixty I should be
stoppin’
As I’m down for a Hip
op
She was a Taxi dancer
10 cents a dance
He was a patron
And they were dance
partners
Each night he would be
there
A pocket full of tickets
Each night he looked
for her
And they danced all
night
He lived for the
dances
All day he watched the
clock
All night he danced
with her
He thought she was
special
He hoped he was too
But she was a Taxi
dancer
10 cents a dance
She liked to dance
But she liked her
commission more
He was just a
pocketful of tickets
Nothing more than a
cash cow
Who lost his heart
To a dime-a-dance girl
Scientists say they have discovered
Genetic markers that
indicate athleticism
I think if they take a
close look at mine
I will have markers for Couch potatoism
I was looking for a word
That summed up slogan
or motto
But something more
pithy
In the end I settled
on Slotto
Moving Gracefully
Like a snow white swan
On a glassy lake.
You came into my life
Like an angel
Descending from heaven
On pure white wings
You changed me forever
But your gracile elegance
Mesmerized me
And blinkered me
To your true nature
Because hidden from me
Beneath the surface
And belying the grace
You were no angel
She spoke sweetly
With a songbirds
melody
But within the beauty
One word could slay me
As I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty.
There I met a pretty miss
And she was very flirty
As I was going down Pippen Hill,
I left the girl so flirty
Pippen Hill was quite
clean
But the girl was very
dirty
Are you wearing falsies?
How disappointing is
that
I thought you were well
proportioned
But your chest is
really flat
I thought you were a catch
But I was wrong about
that
I thought I was getting
mackerel
But I ended up with
sprat
As a proud Briton
I will be disappointed
In a strange way
Not if Scotland leaves
But more so
That Wales will stay
I have an Angel on my dashboard
She’s my special lucky
charm
I have an angel on my
dashboard
Who’s keeping me from
harm
A funny thing happened
On the way to the
forum
That place devoid
Of propriety or
decorum
I thought, should I
engage?
Or keep well clear
Of the pit of vipers
And the poisonous
atmosphere
A funny thing happened
On the way to the
forum
I had a premonition
Of what was to come
So I decided the means
Didn’t justify the ends
So I went to the pub
To meet up with friends
From the playground
To the workplace
From the street
To cyber space
Anyone who is
different
Standing out in a
crowd
Is targeted, because
Difference isn’t
allowed
Its tribal I suppose
Or an animal instinct
maybe
The bullies do
Hunt in packs
certainly
The perpetrators
As far as I can see
Are basically driven
By their own
Insecurities
Victims of the spite
Have suffered across
time
For being themselves
That’s their only crime
Life is too short to wake up
In the morning with
regret,
So, I think not waking
up until
The only difference between
A guard dog and mummy
Is that the guard dog will
In the 1970’s I was big into
Keyboards and
synthesizers
I like Wakeman, and
Emerson
In fact I was a moog
sympathizer
Have you ever had?
The kind of day
That almost drove you
insane
When you wish
You’d done it
differently
But your wishing is in
vain
If only we could press
“Ctrl Alt Delete”
And start the day
again
Baby dear, good night, good night,
Doggie lies in slumbers deep;
Hush-a-bye, my treasure bright,
Pussy, too, is fast asleep.
So, the question I must make
Is why are you still wide awake?
Are you wearing musk?
Well, someone is me
thinks
And I know that it’s
not me
But God it really
stinks
The Doctor on the geriatric ward
Placed his stethoscope
On the chest of an
elderly patient
By the name of Mrs
Hope
She was quite a bit
deaf
So, he said “big
breaths,” loudly
“Well Doctor they used
to be,”
My wife and I are inseparable
Do you want to know
why?
Because if either of
us went away
We would have to kiss
goodbye
My dear wife said to me
“I hate you when
you’re drunk Stephen”
I replied, “Well I
hate you
When I’m sober so that
makes us even”
If someone says they’re an Amateur
There’s really no need
to panic
Because Amateurs built the Ark
While Professionals built the Titanic
At Dr Doolittle’s animal clinic
The Animals do the lot
The chief vet is a
Labrador
Assisted by a dog called
spot
But it’s not a cheap
option
With extra charges of
all sorts
For PET scans and
Polly grams
Cat scans and Lab
reports
The wildlife down under
Includes the Wallabies
But if truth be known
they’re
Just Kangaroo Wannabies
In the European forests
The wild boar can be
vicious
But it’s worth the
risk
As they’re bloody
delicious
As a proud Briton
I will be disappointed
If Scotland, choose to
go
As an Englishman
I’ll be disappointed
If they vote no
Elsie Marley's grown
so fine,
She won't get up to feed the swine,
But lies in bed 'till eight or nine!
Doing the farm hands two at a time
Are you wearing beige?
For one reason or
another
But please don’t be
telling me
That it’s your
favourite colour
My girl is teaching me a language
Natalia is from Russia
you see
But it is not going
very well at all
She tried with simple
things for me
Asking the Russian
word for napkin
Soviette is not the
answer apparently
Sitting on the back row
When the cinema’s dark
inside
With your left handed
girl
Try to keep on her
right side
“I want to buy a mobile phone,
No I don’t want a camera,
Not even video,
No I don’t want movie down loads
Screensaver’s, internet access,
Or downloads of any kind
I don’t want WAP or WiFi
G3, G4 or G5
I don’t need 100 ringtones
10000 free minutes
Or unlimited texts at weekends
I don’t need a I GB data allowance
I don’t want to play games
I don’t need an MP3 player
I don’t want a tracker,
I neither want nor need
Blue tooth
Sharks tooth
Hounds tooth
Or dog tooth.
I do not require the world at my fingertips.
In short, what I want is a device
To make and receive phone calls
And to send and receive texts
I just want to buy a BLOODY PHONE”
“Thank you that one will be perfect
Does it have a torch?”
I have just found out
That in the meals I buy
That there is sea horse
In my fisherman’s pie
My philosophy of life
Is a simple one
I recommend you try
it,
You’ll be glad
Love the people
Who treat you right
Pray for the ones
Who treat you bad
The best thing to result
From the food scandal
by far
Is that they can now
call off
The search for Shergar
You make my life whole
You fill it with your
zest
With your loving
presence
Dear lord I am truly
blessed
You may not always answer
When I offer up my
prayer
But the most important
thing is
I always know you’re
there
See a pin, pick it up,
And all day long you'll have good luck.
See a pin let it lay,
And you won’t be
lumbered with a pin all day
Are you wearing a baggy sweater?
For a particular
reason maybe
You haven’t suddenly
become a frump
So, you must be having
a baby
I ordered the Tarka Dal
It was like lentil
soup only hotter
I was a bit
disappointed
As I was expecting
curried otter
I am always losing my keys
So, I have devised a
plan
My husband is
horrified
As the car might be
stolen
But to my way of
thinking
It’s the perfect
solution
After all what could
be simpler
Than leaving them in
the ignition
"I want to buy flowers for my girlfriend"
John said to the Florist
"Of course Sir, what is it you're after?"
The florist asks to
assist
After a moment John
replied
"Well, a shag
would be top of my list"
It was the plan of my wife
To spice up our love
life
This involved her
dressing up
To encourage me to tup
Now I have to say I
didn’t mind
Watching her bump and
grind
But as she played her
sexy role
She didn’t dance
around a pole
Nor gyrate upon my lap
To encourage my old
chap
But even with all the gyrating
My libido was still
hesitating
In fact, there wasn’t
a glimmer
As she danced around
her Zimmer
I am now a lonely widower
And all my buddies are
dead
But there are
compensations
That must definitely
be said
There’s life in the
old dog yet
That’s all I have to
say,
As I go to the
retirement home
For my fifty shades of
grey
I spent two hours defrosting
The fridge yesterday
Although my darling
wife
Prefers to call it
foreplay
A patient asked “nurse, why did you stop
My visitors coming to
see me?”
She replied “you know
perfectly well why,
You broke the rules Mr
Ellery”
“But listen here I
know my rights” he persisted
“I’m allowed to have
three”
“You are allowed
friends and family not
Prostitutes and takeaway
deliveries"
I went into a pet shop and said,
“Can I buy a
goldfish?”
The girl said,
“certainly sir
If that’s what you wish,
Do you want an aquarium?”
She asked putting me
in a tiz
Finally, I replied “Well
actually
See a pin, pick it up
Then you're sure to have good luck,
See a pin, prick
yourself
And end up with
hepatitis
Are you wearing a baggy sweater?
For a particular
reason maybe
You haven’t suddenly
become a frump
So, you must be having
a baby
When the slot machines
Are played by those
with obesity
In a life spent in the
arcades
It’s the only fruit
that they see
The kids wanted to see
Walt Disney on ice
They all thought
It would be really
nice
However, it turned out
To be some old geezer,
Walt Disney
apparently,
Lying dead in a
freezer
There are only 13 months
Between my two little
chaps
It was actually by
design
As we didn’t want a
big gap
So that’s why as part
of the plan
My wife had a
Caesarean
In a vote for a leader of our planet
The Dalai Lama would
be my bet
I would certainly risk
a grand
If I were a Tibetan
man
For my 60th birthday
I bought myself a
sports car
It’s my pride and joy
Not that’s it’s been
very far
As there is a slight
problem
An oversight I have to
admit
I need a hip
replacement
Before I can get in it
When I bought my house
My parents kindly
helped me
And now I really can’t
Thank them enough -
apparently
Rouged cheeks
And blood red lips
Varnished nails
And tattooed flesh
Dyed sculptured hair
And black shadowed
brow
Who are you?
All pierced and painted
And what have you done
With my lovely daughter?
What my heart yearns for most,
The thing that I
really miss,
What keeps my passion
burning
Is the thought of your
sensual kiss
See a pin, pick it up,
And all day long you'll have good luck.
See a pin, pick it up,
And all day long you'll have a pin
Are you wearing slippers?
Yes, I do think they
suit you
I'm just questioning
their suitability
For a visit to the zoo
I found the topsoil two inches deeper
When I went to my
allotment on Monday
I found the topsoil
two inches deeper
When I went to the
allotment on Tuesday
The next day as I
approached my plot
My poor old heartbeat
quickens
So, when the topsoil
was two inches deeper
I could only say “The
plot thickens”
Bimbette asked in a sex shop
“I want to buy a new
vibrator”
The assistant said
“just choose
From that display by
the door
"I'll take the
red one" she said
To the man behind the counter
He replied with a deep sigh
I've just heard the window cleaner
He was really making
tongues wag
Cursing, shouting, and
swearing
The Cherry Ripe bar
I have so far
concluded
As one of your five a
day
May definitely be
included
Don’t forget dad on Father’s Day
A bottle of something
I think
And just remember that
it is you
That drives him to drink
I need a bit of a pick me up
After a very boozy
lunch
A “hare of the dog” is
the thing
After too much Rabbit
Punch
It read, “I’m a people person”
On his bumper sticker
But it actually turned
out
That he was a trafficker
There is a moth in the bathroom
Drawn towards the
light
My wife was in the
shower
And it gave her a bit
of a fright
I don’t understand why
If they are attracted
to the light
They don’t just appear
When the sun is
shining bright
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Living in the green
wood
With his merry band
And their stolen contraband
Maid Marion comes no
more
To the camp of the out
laws
Since she saw the
merry band
Skipping around
holding hands
Are you wearing scent?
You don’t usually
exude
Even when you’re going
out
For a social interlude
If you are wearing
scent
It means you’re going
to get rude
A Man in a hot air balloon
Has lost his bearings
As he slowly floated
by
He looks down below
And shouts to a man
“Hello, where am I”?
“Well, you tell me
mate”
The man shouted back
“You have a better
view than I”
I walked past a homeless man
As I went into Co-op
express
On my way out he said, “Any Change?”
I replied “No, you're still homeless”
It was a dreadful flight
And it was late as well
Then I couldn't find
my case
On the baggage
carousel
So, I went to “lost
luggage”
To report the loss of
it
The woman looked the
part
But I didn’t trust her
a bit
She said she would
apply
Her professional hand
Then she said “now
tell me
“When does your plane
land?”
Two couples decided to swing
And swapped partners
to play
“That was the best sex
ever”
Hugo said afterwards
to Ray
His friend agreed and
added
There’s an Army surplus store across the street
That only sells
camouflage gear as far as I can see
I don’t know how well
the business is doing
But it seems a bit of
a niche market to me
And I watched loads of
people go in the shop
But coming out I could
only count about three
I do mental arithmetic
When I’m lying in my
bed
I like to count the
voices
I hear inside my head
This talk of culling badgers
Is completely unsound
If we keep discussing
it
We’ll drive them
underground
I've just had a letter from a solicitor
To “once and for all”
inform me
That contrary to what
I might believe
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Living in the green wood
With his merry band
And their stolen
contraband
They feast and they
dine
On stolen food and
wine
Then the laughing
starts
When Little John farts
Are you wearing boots?
It’s a little warm for
that Betty
No they suit you very
well indeed
But they make your
calves sweaty
A Man in a hot air balloon
Has lost his bearings
As he slowly floated
by
He looks down below
And shouts to a man
“Hello, where am I”?
“Are you completely
mad?”
The man shouted back
“You’re floating in
the sky”