A wise old owl
Lived in an oak
He kept to himself
And he seldom spoke
Now that’s what you
want in a neighbour
A wise old owl
Lived in an oak
He kept to himself
And he seldom spoke
Now that’s what you
want in a neighbour
Are you wearing pixie boots?
Well they really are
beauties
I’ve always had a soft
spot
For little woodland
cuties
So let me carry you
away
Like a prized piece of
booty
To a woodland clearing
Where we can get
really fruity
Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work as
well
But avoid the obvious
bummer
By not asking the cop
If he is dumb or
dumber
The idle rhythm
Of Her song
Soothes the soul
And cools like balm
The molten heat
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Contrary to the
rumour, are not dead
But are doing a Piano
cabaret act
On a cruise ship
instead
I’ve enrolled my wife
On an evening class,
so that
She can learn how
To adjust the
thermostat
You are truly middle aged
When your twilight is
dawning
And you still believe
you will
Feel better in the morning
The diary of a Virgin
Is a very short read
As there are within
No entries indeed
Last night I had for my tea
A delicious beef stew
With dumplings, better
known
As my wife Sue
There is a limit to how early
You might go to your
repose
Or you might end up
retiring
Before you actually
arose
The big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh
The ally-ally-oh, the ally-ally-oh
Oh, the big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh
Just off the coast of Somalia
Are you wearing tweeds?
Well that certainly
exceeds
Your rather arousing
apparel
Really brings out the
feral
Complimented by stout
hardy shoes
In my own Victorian
views
And I wouldn’t knock
Some good country
stock
Let me help you over
this stile
As I think all the while
How to best meet my
needs
Of getting inside your
tweeds
The greatest question
Has no answer
It is neither yes or
no
The great question is
"What does a woman want?"
And I just don’t know
I remember the days before I married
And what I was able to
do
And I remember with a
wistful heart
I could do anything I
wanted to
Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work but
When talking to the
constabulary
Avoid reminding them
Exactly who pays their
salary
My wife got a mudpack
And she looked great
Until two days later
Hobbies are very important
Even for planners and
plotters
I think everyone needs
a hobby
I myself count train
spotters
Horses for courses
Or opposites
attracting
There is no formula
At times of
interacting
It doesn’t matter
If they are that or
this
I just know in my
heart
I’m a hit for my miss
I am from the Caribbean
And I find cooking
very hard
But I do one thing
very well
RhuBarbados and
custard
What are the point of pearls?
If not strung in
elaborate swirls
About the necks of
pretty girls
Or on tiaras amidst
their curls
For Girls bring lustre
to the pearls
And pearls add beauty
to the girls
Ring-a-Ring o'Rosies
How I hate runny noses
"A tissue! A tissue!"
Then throw it in the bin!
Are you wearing a hat?
What’s the point of
that?
It’s often been said
You have an unsuitable
head
And not just for
millinery
It’s a little bit
scary
And the hat doesn’t
help
You made that boy yelp
So take off the hat
And that will be that
The hat will be gone
And the bag put back
on
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
The cop asked me like
a typical fuzz
“No officer I don’t, I
hope you do,
I think it’s important
that one of us does”
Electronic banking
Is the way it is done
Lightning fast
transfers
At the touch of a
button
Though not necessarily
The fastest way of
course
Nothing transfers
funds
Faster than divorce
As you are the Vicar
You marry people every
day
But it was me who
married you
On our wedding day
And your greatest
pleasure
Is when I lift up your
cassock
And take you from
behind
As you kneel on a
hassock
Camilla Titt-Wank
Went to the hunt ball
And it was well known
She’d have anyone at
all
She danced all night
with
Quentin Tea-Bagg
But he went off at the
end
With Oliver Rough-Shagg
Tamara Split-Whiskers
Loved Pandora
ffanny-ffarte
Pandy still had her
cherry
But Tammy had lost her
heart
And though she tried
hard
With miss ffanny-ffarte
She still couldn’t
prize
Her skinny thighs
apart
At Stonehenge, the druids
Exchange bodily fluids
At the temple to the
sun
As the solstice begun
Dressed up like loons
And barking at the
moon
A young cowboy was sat in the saloon
One Saturday night
looking his best
When an old man walked
into the bar
Who was once the
fastest gun in the West
The cowboy sidled up
to the old shootist
He bought him a two
fingered whiskey tot
And without looking at
him he asked
“Can you give me a tip to be a great shot?”
He said, “You're wearing your gun too high,
Tie the holster a
little lower down your thigh”
The kid adjusted his rig then drew his gun
And shot off the piano
player’s bow tie
Then he said, “now, where the hammer
Hits the leather, cut
a notch in your holster”
The kid adjusted his
rig then drew his gun
And shot the cuff link
off piano player
“That's great” said the kid “Got any more tips?”
The shootist said “now go and coat your gun
Thoroughly in axle
grease including the handle”
The kid went outside
returning with it done
“Will this make me a better shot?” he asked
“No” said the old gunman “but Ringo
Will shove that gun
right up your arse,
When he finishes
playing the piano”
My mum went to the salon
She was in there for
hours
But she didn’t get a
face pack
She was beyond their
powers
"Who killed Cock Robin?"
"I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin."
“You’re nicked then
son”
Said Inspector Bird
From Scotland Yard
Are you wearing a leer?
That’s out of order I
fear
You are lustfully
gazing
At the young and
amazing
With lascivious
thoughts
Ogling good looking
sorts
Well only one of us
can spy
And that letch is I
When the police caught me speeding
My eyes were strained
and blinking
I was pulled over by a
putz
Who said “Your eyes
look red,
Have you been
drinking?”
So, with no ifs or
buts
“Your eyes look
glazed”
I responded without
thinking
“Have you been eating
doughnuts?”
My brother says his wife is an angel
He is deliriously
happy with things
I think he’s lucky as
I can’t wait
To have mine fitted
for her wings
The secret to a happy contented life
Should you ever
decide, to take a wife
Whenever you are
wrong, admit it
Whenever you are right
just shut it
Remembering birthdays can be tricky
And forgetting can
leave the wicket sticky
The best way to
remember an important date
Is to forget it - but
just the one time mate
Electronic banking
Is a wonderful thing
Lightning fast
transfers
In the modern age
Though not the fastest
By any shape or means
Nothing transfers
funds
Faster than marriage
My wife and I are like
Two sides of the same
tuppence
We can’t face each
other
So I guess we got our
comeuppance
Forgiveness is the formula
For a marriage happy
and long
So my wife always
forgives me
Especially when she's
wrong
In order to do great things
A woman must inspire
him
While simultaneously
Preventing his
achieving them
Father Christmas, Father
Christmas,
Got an itch, Got an itch;
Coming down the chimney,
Coming down the chimney;
On his snitch, On his snitch.
Are you wearing a smirk?
I thought you’d been
to work
But you decided you
would shirk
With that good looking
clerk
Brilliant so I get to
look a berk
While you get to wear
a smirk
Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work as
well
Don’t say to the men
in blue
“That's great the last
cop
How many years bad luck
Would upon you fall?
If you were clumsy
enough
To break a mirror ball
If it tastes like butter
In your sandwich
And you can spread it
Straight from the
fridge
Then you’ve probably
Had a power outage
The only difference between
Parachuting and
prostitution
Are the number of
jump’s
Required for
qualification
My best friend stole my wife
But I decided not to
get bitter
And got my revenge on
him
Because I let him keep
her
Communication is very important
Especially
conversationally
So, I have a few words
for her
The secret to a long happy marriage
Is soft music and candlelight
dinners
As long as you don’t
go together
And then you’ll both
be winners
I weep at the terrible
Bad luck in my life
For example
My first wife
She left me
After a few years
My second one has
stayed,
Hence the tears
Mary wore a little skirt
And she liked to go
commando
And everyone from
roundabout
Are you wearing a ponytail?
Don’t you think that
look is stale?
Even at its most dizzy
height
That look never looked
quite right
So, what were you
thinking?
When you decided to
have it done
It’s not appropriate
for you
Now you’ve just turned
eighty-one
Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work as
well
So, say to the men in
blue
“You don’t need to
check
In the boot, do you?”
My Boss doesn’t go to the gym
But it’s not a case of
him being slack
He gets all the
exercise he needs
Just by stabbing people
in the back
Our computers went down
At the office today
So, we had to do
things
The old-fashioned way
But Doris had a pack
of cards
So, playing cards was
ok
Whether they may win or lose
Or whether they think
its right
Our soldiers don’t get
to choose
Which wars that they
fight
It was at Southwaite services
Where I stopped though
in a rush
And experienced for
the first time
The disconcerting
autoflush
I’m sure it’s quite an
innovation
But it doesn’t work
for me
When auto flush
sprinkled my
Undercarriage Mid
delivery
My dad wasn’t a very good pirate
I would go so far as
to say he stank
We couldn’t even
afford a dog
So, he made me walk
the plank
My sons ADHD medicine
Is in liquid form
And comes in a bottle
As would be the norm
But beneath the label
Is written
“Concentrate”
Well, if he could
That would be great
I used to enjoy dipping,
A Ginger Nut in hot
tea
But that’s now
considered
Bullying apparently
"Oranges and Lemons"
Say the Bells of St. Clements
“Shut the fuck up”
Are you wearing combinations?
I must say with total
resignation
It’s not the sexiest
underwear
For you to be wearing
under there
When a cop stopped me for speeding
They fined me one
hundred pounds
“I was only trying to
keep up with traffic”
But the traffic
officer stood his ground
Then he looked at me
and responded
“But there are no
other cars around”
“I know” I said “I was
doing a hundred
And I was still losing
ground
My Dad doesn’t go to the gym
And he hasn’t yet come
unstuck
As he gets all the
exercise he needs
Entirely by pushing my
luck
My wife wanted me at the birth
I had to grin and bear
it and pretend
Although I had to be
at the birth
I wasn’t going down
the tripey end
I stood and stared
open mouthed
Full of pride and with
regrets
As he came into the
world
Like a bag of
screaming jiblets
State sanctioned assassination
Of a foreign émigré
But Polonium poisoning
Seems a preposterous
way
To assassinate anyone
Whatever anyone might
say
When she was a young woman
She was a force of
nature
But she is a force to
be reckoned with
Now she is mature
If your staff tell you an
Incentive scheme is
desired
Say “I have one for
you”
Work hard or get fired
After my holiday
My inbox was full
And the backlog
Was diabolical
After four hours
However, it transpired
From an email I found
That I was fired
If you’re lonely at work
And you find it
self-defeating
There is only one
thing for it
And that is to call a
meeting
Little Robin Red breast sat upon a tree,
Then joined by his
mate they looked so twee
So, I shot them for
being too damned happy
Are you wearing a tattoo?
It’s very appropriate
for you
But the meaning might
not please
As it says, “fat
bloke” in Chinese
Sometimes you can talk
Your way out of a
ticket
A little bit of charm
Is probably the safest
bet
Humour can work as
well
Providing you’re careful
And avoid any
reference
To the Village People
My Dad doesn’t go to the gym
He has no need of
their facilities
As he gets all the
exercise he needs
Just by dodging his responsibilities
Going vegetarian
They say is very
wholesome
My only concern
Is having to eat a
whole one
Great Royal wife Nefertiti
Was the Ancient
Egyptian Queen
Good time girl
Nefertutu
Is just a modern dancing
Queen
The England of Winston
Did it ever exist?
Those days long past
When we had our finest
hour
The England of Winston
When national pride
Was not frowned upon
But openly celebrated
The England of Winston
Must be an invention
For it is so far
removed
From what I see today
England without
Winston
Is not pride worthy
It has no identity
And no sense of itself
I messed about a lot at school
And always played the
fool
So I was expelled from
school
And spent my time
playing pool
And turned out a
proper tool
Do you remember?
In old Macao
I greeted you
With an elaborate bow
You responded
With a formal Kowtow
Then I said hello
And you said Ciao
But the formality
Was just for show
So anyone looking
Just wouldn’t know
That the two of us
In that tableaux
Were more familiar
And all aglow
In the privacy
Of the chateaux
My children and my parents
Despite the span of years
Have so much in common
Which is how it
certainly appears
The complete nonsense
they talk
The strange clothes
they wear
None of them have jobs
They’re all familiar
with drugs
And have ridiculous
coloured hair
Father Christmas, Father
Christmas,
Left his bag, Left his bag;
Up beside the chimney,
Up beside the chimney;
What a drag, what a drag.
Are you wearing a pixie cut?
God that must really
annoy
When people keep
telling you that
It makes you look like a boy
“I have to book you” the Officer said
“In the hope that you
won’t do it again sir”
“No it won’t happen
again” I said
My wife doesn’t go to the gym
She’s the fittest lass
around
As she gets all the
exercise she needs
Just from running
people down
Roman Ceres
Guardian of the
harvest
Goddess of the corn
Mother of Proserpina
Goddess of fertility
Protector of matrimony
I put Ginger in the Casserole
I am in trouble as is
the habit
I thought it was very
tasty
But they really loved
that rabbit
Cheryl Cole like other celebs
Feels she’d like to do
her bit
And she wants to fight
Malaria
Because you’re worth
it
Two overweight lads were in the pub
“Your round” one of
them suddenly said
The other one took
instant offence and
Replied “So are you,
you great fat head”
Volcanoes are terrifying
Just the thought of
them is frightful
But pyroclastic
eruptions
That’s just Nature at
its most spiteful
We were kids in worn out shoes
And we’d gamble in one
or twos
With liquorice and
penny chews
On any contest we’d
choose
But if we were then to
lose
We’d sing the sweetie
bar blues
She looked gorgeous in
Black stockings and
stiletto shoes
But after we got naked
I was singing the lady
boy blues
Mary had a girl friend
Who dressed just like
a man
And they spent their
evenings
As only special
girlfriends can
Are you wearing sensible shoes?
And substantial winter
tights
What a wonderful
combination
I can’t express how
that delights
How comfortably cosy
you will be
On the long cold
winter nights
“I’m sorry” the Officer said
“That I have to give
you a ticket sir”
“I’m sorry too” I said
“That I forgot
To plug in my radar
detector”
My wife doesn’t go to the gym
She’s as skinny as a
candle
As she gets all the
exercise she needs
Just from flying off
the handle
To find our favourite car
A survey has been done
And women have
declared
That it is a red one
My solicitor said
That he would get me
A very good Barrister
“I don’t need” I said
“Someone making
coffee
Just get me a lawyer”
I am totally unappreciated at work
I do a good job but unfortunately,
I fear
It’s akin to dribbling
in your trousers
When you’re wearing a
dark pair
You get a comforting warm
glow
But no one sees the
piss patch there
Don’t worry about the boss
Finding out how little
you do
Because he is the lazy
shit
That’s more worried
about you
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the
night
Poachers perform their
rite
And leave a bloody
sight
Our London school was awash
With drugs of various
kinds
And it certainly
wasn’t considered
A punishment to do
lines
Lizzie Borden took a chopper
To use on her mother
to top her
And the reason for the
act you see
Was she made Lizzie
eat her broccoli
Are you wearing woolly tights?
That’s one of my
favourite sights
As the evenings begin
to shorten
Well as they say
winter draws on
During a password audit by the IT crowd,
They discovered something
quite absurd
A young woman by the
name of Bimbette
Who was using the following password
PughPughBarneyMcGrewCuthbertDibbleGrubb
And was told such a
password was wrong
But Bimbette explained
that she was told
Her password must be
six characters long
Bimbette was stopped for speeding
When asked to produce
her license
She launched into a
tirade of abuse
“This doesn’t make any
bloody sense”
When the officer
calmed her down
He asked Bimbette to
explain
“Well you only took it
away yesterday
And now you want to
see it again”
When the police pulled me over
The reason wasn’t
exactly clear
It could have been the
speeding
That caused the police
to appear
Or running several red
lights
Or my complete
inability to steer
Any of the above would
have done it
Of that I am perfectly
clear
But what I said to the
officer
Was what really swung
it I fear
“I can easily reach my
license
My wife doesn’t go to the gym
She doesn’t suffer
from delusions
But she gets all the
exercise she needs
Just from jumping to
conclusions
I was told I should buy a cat
“Why on earth would I
do that?”
“They’re good company”
they say
“And they keep the
mice away”
Well eventually they
convinced me
And I admit its good
company
As to the expelling
from my house
Of every type and size
of mouse
They are a great
disappointment
And their failure is
evident
It is they who bring
in a mouse
Into the comfort of my
house
As a toy with which
they play
But they let the toy
get away
Now the mouse is here
to stay
The taste upon my lips
Of My moonlight kiss
And to taste that kiss
again
Is my one and only
wish
Stop the TB culling?
Not on my nadgers
Save the hedgehogs
And cull the badgers
I went shopping in
PC World yesterday
You really have to
Watch what you say
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To get a bone for her Poodle
When she came there,
The cupboard was bare,
Apart from an expired pot noodle
Are you wearing a seat belt?
Well, you must as it’s
the law
Yes, I know its
confining
But not as much as a
mortuary draw
I watched a riveting documentary
On television last
night
It was all about how
ships were
Put together by
shipwrights
My girlfriend says she’s middle class
And I laugh in her
face
She’s clearly working
class
Because at her dad’s
place
They have a television
That’s bigger than
their bookcase
It seems that pornography
Is frowned upon
But I think that’s
just all
The concentration
My girlfriend says she’s working class
And I just have to
laugh
As not one of them as
far as I can see
Has ever worked in her
family
It’s not the angle of dangle
That’s the measure of
pleasure
It’s the moments in
the afterglow
That we ultimately
treasure
“Do you want Baby Spinach?
Or Water Cress Dad”
My daughter asked me
And I went completely
mad
“For God’s sake just
choose one
It’s not Rocket Salad”
“Where’s the bloody Torch?”
My wife asked angrily
“I don’t know where it
is
Perhaps you could
enlighten me”
“Well not without the
Torch”
I replied curtly
It’s not the size of a man
That marks him high or
low
It’s what is in their
hearts
That makes them grow
Just look around you
And you will also know
That the smaller being
Can cast a giant
shadow
Little Robin Red breast sat upon a tree,
He was joined by his
mate, they looked so twee
They sang their little
songs quite lustily
Then I threw a shoe at
them you see
Because I didn’t get
to bed till half past three
Are you wearing Lincoln green?
Do you really think
you should?
Because this isn’t
merry England
And you aren’t Robin
Hood
Has anyone ever said to you?
“Try and walk in
someone else’s shoes”
Well, I find that for
me the concept is
Quite problematic to
my views
After all it would
have to depend
Greatly on exactly
whose shoes
I’m not sure if indeed it’s me
Or maybe its
intentional irony
But you can hear the
approach
Of the daily “Roach
Coach”
The chime being the announcer
As it plays La
Cucaracha
I hate the one pence pieces
5p’s and tuppence’s
I suppose you think it
strange
But I simply don’t
like change
As we approached the airport
The warning light went
on
And I had to return
the stewardess
To the upright
position
My new girlfriend is from Glasgow
And when I met her
Father and Mother
I found they were
incredibly posh,
They served deep fried
Ferrero Rocher
We all played Charades
At the in laws on
Boxing Day
My wife’s Uncle Jack
Really went for it I
must say
We were really
impressed
By his energetic display
It was ten minutes
before we knew
His heart had given way
On life’s journey we are all
Looking for the one
And I can safely say
that I
Married the one
On a scale of one to
ten
She was a one
Wherever my father is right now
I’m sure he’s looking
down
He’s definitely not
dead yet
He’s just a
condescending git
Father Christmas, Father Christmas,
He got stuck, he got stuck;
Coming down the chimney,
Coming down the chimney;
Too much tuck, too much tuck.
Are you wearing ugg boots?
I’m just a little
shocked Aunty Ruth
Yes, they are rather
fun aren’t they
But to tell you the
honest truth,
Without wanting to
call you old,
They are more suited
to the youth
How Sings the savage beast
With a heart full of
misery
When held within the
narrow
Bounds of his
captivity
How Sings the savage
beast
With a heart full of
joy
When his confines
evaporate
And he is as free as a
boy
Melvin Kenneth "Mel" Smith (3 December 1952 – 19 July 2013)
Mel Smith
Comedian and writer,
Film director,
Producer and actor
Jack of all trades
Master of all
I was at a fancy-dress party
And looking for
something tarty
I was beginning to
lose hope
When I got an
unexpected grope
And I was forced to
conclude
When things got
decidedly rude
That for the very best
nooky
You should do it with
a Wooky
Julius Caesar’s approach
May have been absurd
But a different
approach
Was what he preferred
Which is why he came,
He saw, he concurred
My uncle grows veg
Not for eating though
He is after prizes
At the garden show
Every waking hour
He nurtures and nurses
Mixing up solutions
As he coaxes and
coerces
Enormous Marrows
Giant Asparagus
Towering Celery
And humungous fungus
They lack Common sense
Their failing is
immense
But in their defence
It’s the addled
essence
Of their adolescence
I picked up a hitchhiker today
I know you’re not
supposed to
But as I knocked him
down
It was the least I
could do
Wherever my father is
right now
I’m sure he’s looking
down
But assuredly He is
not dead
He’s just on the roof
stealing lead
Mary had a little horse
She rode bareback on
her pony
But the little horse threw
her off
Because her arse was
bony
Are you wearing something chic?
On your figure oh so
sleek
That’s beautifully
figure hugger
To tantalise a horny
bugger
As Jiminy Cricket famously said
“Let conscience be
your guide”
It’s a simple enough
philosophy
Listen to the voice of
reason
Keep compassion in
your heart
And integrity at your
core
How they exploit our compassion
With emotional
blackmail
They paint us
Pitiful tableaux’s
Of fly ridden waifs
Babies at barren
breasts
Or portrait images
Of sad saucer eyed
children
Beaten and bruised
Or maybe its pictures
Of Maltreated beasts
That pluck at your heartstrings
The tactics used are
quite crude
But anything goes
In the “No holds
barred”
World of charity
fundraising
As long as they can
extract
Our 3 pounds a month
While the poor
unfortunates,
The sad stars of the
charity show
Are merely lost leaders
From the wards of emphysema
To the floors of maternity
We are proud to all be
members
Of the nursing
fraternity
We work for the sake
of patients
As keep our hospital
clean:
And we fight the daily battles
In blue or white or green