John Cook was riding down the road
Pedalling fast
He hit a pothole
And has ridden his
last
John Cook was riding down the road
Pedalling fast
He hit a pothole
And has ridden his
last
Are you wearing handcuffs?
What have you been
arrested for?
You saw a dress in the
shop window
And it was cheaper
than before
So, you decided to try
it on
And that’s what you’ve
been arrested for?
Trying on a dress in
the shop window?
You tried it on in the
window of the store
Wine boxes aren’t for the snobs
But what makes them
unwhackable
Is unlike the odd
shaped bottles
All the Wine boxes are
stackable
The Ebola crisis is causing concern
And is causing the
Americans to fret
And what the people
want to know
Is why aren’t their
troops there yet
On holiday in the West Country,
During a recreational
pursuit
I discovered that
Plymouth Hoe
Was not a Devonian
Prostitute
Playing "La Cucaracha"
I hear the chimes call
Come get our hot food
Come one and come all
It’s the cockroach
song
Is no one concerned at
all?
“It’s your own time you’re wasting”
But no one listens to
the teacher
So, when option time
came around
I went and signed up
for media
In the corridors at my school
We were allowed to run
There was a simple
explanation,
We didn’t have a gymnasium
Something happened at school today
Which has shaken us up
a bit
We had an issue with
the register
As two of our teachers
were on it
I can say from experience
Marriage is in no way
like prison
And the reason I say
that
Is you get far more
sex in prison
Why can't you run through a camp?
Because that would
cause grammatical offence
You cannot run through
a camp at all
It would obviously “be
ran” because it's past tents
John Cook was riding up
Shooter's Hill,
Pedalling fast
Pedestrians
scattering to avoid being killed
Are you wearing a bustle?
Well, who
am I to condemn
I suppose
everyone seems normal
Until you
get to know them
My acupuncturist attacked me
When she
proper lost her temper
She stabbed
me with a needle
But you
know, I’ve never felt better
My friend raved to me
About his orthopaedic
shoe
But I think
he built them up
Too much in my view
One in four women in this country
Are on meds
for mental illness
So, the rest
are running around
Undiagnosed
more or less
I have a very polite doctor,
Nice to the
point of folly
He won’t
tell me I’m obese
He says I’m
morbidly jolly
When the wine box is empty
I am one of
the thorough types
I rip open
the cardboard
To reveal the
Pinots tripe’s
And squeeze
it dry as I play
The
alcoholics bagpipes
We have a new market in town
And they do
Korean street food
One customer
ordered poodle noodles
Which I
thought was quite rude
There would be more reserves
Remaining
in the North Sea
If the
Scots didn’t have
Such a deep-frying
tendency
Every weekend in Essex-land
Daddies’
precious little petal
Gets off
her tits and tanked up
On gallons
of Princess Petrol
John Cook was riding up
Shooter's Bank,
Pedalling fast
He thought
running red lights a bit of a prank
Are you wearing a pinny?
And why exactly
are you wearing it?
You said “A
man’s home is his castle”
And she
said “Then you can clean it”
I met an interesting girl at a party
At first, I
admired her from afar
She claimed
that just by knowing
The make of
an individual’s car
She could
discern their personality
Apparently,
I shouldn’t own a car
I was bullied very badly at school
To it, my
mind reluctantly returns,
I was
hospitalized on one occasion
With full
thickness Chinese burns
I’m not a closet racist
I keep on
telling her
Just
because I dislike
The people
of Narnia
We went to a posh new restaurant
And the
food was really trash
When we saw
the astronomical bill
We did the
Dine and Dash
Sleazy politicians appear in the tabloids
As allegations
are made afresh
But they all
protest their innocence
Perhaps
they were just pressing the flesh
The glass ceiling has been removed
For the
benefit of women everywhere
It’s a
positive move long overdue
It was
difficult to clean way up there
My wife’s been giving me the silent treatment
Which I
have enjoyed if truth to tell
But every
silver lining has a cloud
When the
silence was accompanied by a smell
Love him or loath him, Nigel Farage
Is
strangely charismatic
In fact,
he’s quite a colourful character
Which in
truth is ironic
John Cook was a cyclist
All licra clad
He rides
the road and the pavement
Equally as
bad
Are you wearing pince-nez?
Don’t they
pinch a bit?
They look a
little uncomfortable
But with your
image they fit
That looks
an impressive book
A rather
weighty tome, isn’t it?
It will
make you look good
If you die halfway
through it
Running Water is so therapeutic
It seems to
Wash away your cares
However, the
exception to the rule
Lidl in Stevenage has closed its doors
And has
been raised to the floor
To build a
new Lidl superstore
Which won’t
be so Lidl anymore
We went out to pick up
A Chinese
takeaway
But we were
skint, so we did
A Chinese
Runaway
On the question of independence
This is
what I truly believe
The people
of England, really
Don’t care if Scotland leave
On the question of Scottish independence
They’ve worded
it the wrong way
Don’t ask
the Scots if they want to go
Ask the
English if we want them to stay
I sold the vacuum cleaner
I wasn’t
really fussed
After all, at
the end of the day
It was just
collecting dust
My uncle collects wild animals
He’s the
strangest bloke I’ve met
I offered
him a really fat badger
He said no
“as it didn’t fit in his set”
I scoured the latest glossy mags
In search
of some fashion-ism
To give some
indication as to what
One wears
for casual racism
The Barber shaved the Mason,
And then at the close
The barber
did propose
Something
for the weekend sir?
Are you wearing lip-gloss?
No, you’re
not, you cow
You were
when you went out
So, who’s
wearing it now?
Goodbye Scotland goodbye
Good bye Scotland don't cry
That little Nationalist train
that makes me
Quite
happy, no words can tell how glad it makes me
Go now Scotland and then,
We’ll wave goodbye once again.
Hear us all cheer
Without a
tear
And if it all goes wrong don’t come back in a year
Goodbye Scotland goodbye.
Good bye Scotland don't cry.
Sung to the
tune of Toot Toot Tootsie
The Chocolate Strawberry’s
I have so
far concluded
As one of
your five a day
May definitely
be included
Chocolate coated raisins
I found out today
Can easily be included
As one of
your five a day
When the rain falls
Look for
the rainbows
When
darkness falls
Look for
the stars
When your
love falls
You can
look for me
The Cillit Bang guy is
Punting it
out here and there
So is Barry
Scott now
A soap scum
millionaire
The girl was pigeon chested
Which wasn't
obvious to begin
But once I got
her bra off
Both her nipples
pointed in
Coughs and sneezes
Spread
diseases
Colds and
flu
And nasty
wheezes
So, protect
against
Coughs and
sneezes
There is
one thing
That helps
and eases
Have a smoke
To help the
wheezes
Choose any
brand
Pick one
that pleases
So do not
fear
Coughs and
sneezes
Because
smoking stops
Them spreading
diseases
It’s alright
I haven’t gone mad I was prompted to right this by Bee, who pointed out how
strange it was how perceptions of things change over time.
For example,
Cigarettes were marketed in the 19th century as a cure for amongst other things
Asthma and Catarrh.
Now we no
different
The poetic Pam Ayres
Wrote verse
with a gag
And I think
she looks
Like Benny
Hill in drag
St. Swithin's day if thou be fine
For forty
days the sun will shine
Are you wearing a top hat?
Its height
certainly exceeds
You’re
trying to look taller?
A
philosophy a wise man heeds
Is that a
man is only as tall
As the sum
of his deeds
Look it’s not like I’m hurting anyone
It’s not
like I fell for her out of habit
And can I
say I’m only human after all
So, is it
weird that I fancy Jessica Rabbit?
You know it really gets me down
As you wait
patiently in the queue
And some
numpty shopper behind
Runs his
trolley into the back of you
Snowflakes must never be
Caught in
your open mouth
Until
you’re sure that all
The birds
have flown south
Is there anything more annoying?
Can there
ever be any doubt
When you
can never get anything
Back in a
box the way it came out
Things licked off knives and spoons,
Which can
be any soupcon or delicacy,
During the
process of preparation
Are absolutely devoid of calories
Foghorn leghorn and all his pals
Are a
sickly bunch of cocks
They are
itchy and scratchy
A suspect in the Alaskan murder case
Was asked
for an alibi by Detective Starch
When he
asked "So tell me where you
My Grandfather was from Lapland
And he was the
greatest hunter I bet
And when he
went to the bleak tundra
St. Swithin's day if thou dost rain
For forty
days it will remain
And that’s
the English summer for you
Are you wearing winter underwear?
I’m
thinking as you stand there
Are you
clad in body formers?
Proper cozy
winter warmers
Substantial
Bloomers for outdoors
A sturdy
pair of winter drawers
I may never
know for sure
But with my
thoughts impure
I’m content
as you stand there
In your
cozy winter underwear
Rose hit Violet
Right in
the kisser
She has a big
mouth
So, Rose
couldn’t miss her
The Reverend Hinton
Brought many
couples,
Efficiently
and Happily
Through
their nuptials
And he was
content
Experiencing
happiness
Thru the
couples he joined
But felt
alone nonetheless
For at the
end of the day
He went on
his own
To his
empty vicarage
And sat home
alone
All of my adult life
I have been
searching and
Eureka! I
have the answer
I have
finally worked it out
I shouldn’t
be looking for
Someone I
can live with
I should be
looking for
Someone I
can’t live without
A contagion struck down
Quentin
Tarantino
Now he’s in
the hospital
In a tent
in quarantino
John Bercow has
Got on his
high horse
Regarding
height-ism
Well, I say
high horse
I love foot pumps
I think they
are really neat
And are
particularly good
If you have
flat feet
You are 50 years old
And if I
may be so bold
Despite
what you were told
The emphasis
is on the old
Holly and Phil, where have you been?
Have you been to Westminster to visit the Queen?
Holly and Phil, did
you get a good view?
I guess you did
because you jumped the queue
Buzz wuzz was that little fly
And how he loved to caper
Up and down the room he flew
Until I hit
it with my paper
Are you wearing steak?
A pork chop?
Ok my mistake
Oh, your
eye is very swollen
What
happened to you then?
You went to
the shop for steak
But bought
chops, ok your mistake
Roses are Violet
Violets are
Lilac
Lilacs are
Roses
And she
wants then back
When we have to go somewhere,
Then
absolutely anything, to be fair
Is honestly
fine for you wear
Beer and football are
As exciting
for me
As handbags
and shoes
Are for
you, really
The divorce Court Judge said “Mr. Curtis,
I have
decided to give your wife £500 a week”
“That’s
very fair, your honour,' Mr Curtis said
“I can
manage a few quid myself at a squeak”
I went to a posh jeweller to buy a new watch,
And I told
the geezer I wanted it really top notch
As Ivan Illich once wrote,
A man clearly
cleverer than me
Who stated
that within
A consumer
society
There are
inevitably
Two kinds
of slaves
The
prisoners of addiction
And the
prisoners of envy
An unsuspecting pensioner
Was approached by a professional begger
"Lady, I haven't eaten in three days."
"Force yourself dear," she says
The Scottish Nationalists
Want to go
for independence
Which is
their prerogative
I am filled
with indifference
Go or stay
I don’t care
Its
Scotland’s decision
As long as
it’s a well informed
Choice for
the division
But dear
Alex Salmond
Is one of
the arrogant asses
Views
everything English
Thru Tartan
tinted glasses
Thursday 18
September 2014.
My father left me three acres of land,
Oh grand,
oh grand
And what
can be found on this land?
Only sand,
just sand
Are you wearing a cross?
So, are you
a regular church goer then?
No, I really
don’t think it counts
Having sex
in the cemetery now and again
Violet hit Rose
Square on
the nose
She lost the
plot
And Rose cried
a lot
Noses have
bled
Eyes they
are red
Violet
you’re blue
But what
did I do?
We were shopping for holiday clothes
And we were
very nearly done
When my
wife reached the swimwear
“Should I get
a bikini or an all-in-one?”
She asked
me so I replied “get a bikini”
The graveside service was over,
When there was
a clap of thunder,
Followed by
a bolt of lightning,
Then a
louder clap of thunder
The old man
turned and said
“Well, she’s
arrived then Vicar”
Darling let me just say this
For your future
information
If you
expect me to follow
The flow of
the conversation
Then you
must at least try
Whenever
possible, please say
Whatever
you have to say
During the
commercials, ok?
Listen I am not a mind reader
And I never
will be to be fare
But if I
ask you what is wrong
All I get
in return is a cold glare
My lack of
mind-reading skills
Does not
prove that I don’t care
If I ask you what is wrong
And you reply
“nothing’s wrong”
I will act
as if nothing’s wrong
Even though
I know you are lying
I will not
continue prying
It’s just
not worth the hassle trying
If you ask a question, you
Don’t want
an answer to,
Then to be
perfectly clear
Expect an
answer you don't want to hear
If something I said, can be
Interpreted
two ways, and one
Of the ways
makes you sad or angry,
I meant the
other one
There was an old woman
Tucked up in a basket
They use
them now
Instead of
a casket
Are you wearing a rubber?
That’s
jumping the gun in my opinion
What do you
mean you’re not wearing one?
Well, I’ll
tell you, now bare back is not an option
Oh, you’re
not wearing one at the moment
So, you
have some kind of skin condition
Roses are Blue
I can see
them on view
Rose you
are red
Was it
something I said?
My wife got me to believe in religion
Not
something you could foretell
But it was
true because until
I married
her I didn't believe in Hell
“Dad, where did I get my intelligence?'
The young schoolboy asked his father
“Well son
as I still have mine” he said
The Emergency Room doctor said
“I don't like the look of your wife at all sir”
“Nor me” he agreed “But she can cook,
Bimbette called the Airport and asked
“How long will it take to fly from London
To Athens?” The agent replied, “Just a minute”
An old man goes to see a Wizard
To ask him
to remove a curse
That had
been on him forty years
The wizard said
he was not averse
But he
needed the words of the curse
To remove the
cause of his strife
The man
said I know them off by heart
There was a murder in a Norfolk village
But the
police are struggling to solve it
In fact
they can’t even identify the body
Despite the
corpse having an additional digit
The DNA
matches everyone in the village
And dental
records aren’t helping a bit
A man recovering from surgery was asked
By the
nurse “how are you feeling Mr Dukes?”
“I’m a
little concerned about a four letter word
Uttered during
the surgery by Doctor Proops”
The man went very pale and then said “Oops!”
There was a little guinea-pig,
In my
neighbours house
Why?
Anybody?
Are you wearing a prophylactic?
What do you
mean “what’s one of them”
Bloody
hell, are you really that thick
A rubber? A
frenchie? A Johnny? A condom?
It’s a
contraceptive sheath, just put it on
So, I don’t
get knocked up by a moron
I find modern living hard to fathom
As life
throws up unlikely pairs
For few
women admit their age
I forget names; I forget faces
I even
forget to zip up my fly
But by far
the worst thing
Is forgetting
to unzip your fly
The nations older aged voters
Are not
that easy to impress
Because as
you grow older
You stand
for more and fall for less
My wife asked if her appendix scar
Made her
look unattractive, a bit
I was quick
to dispel any misgivings
She might have
in regard to it
And uttered
the reassuring words
"Don’t
worry love, your tits cover it"
My wife was being a drama queen and said
"I
feel like jumping in front of a bus
And you don’t
help” So I sent her a timetable
I know that you’re really old
But your
aging appears static
Which means
you must have
A portrait
hanging in the attic
Roast potato
New potato
Boiled potato
Sure
Mashed potato
Waffled potato
Baked potato
More
Wedges with
dips
Hash browns
and Chips
You should
eat your fill
Roses are red
Apples are fruity
Show us your tatt
To market, to market, a gallop a trot,
To buy some meat to put in the pot;
Make sure its meat don’t let them con you
I won’t be
impressed if you come home with tofu
Are you wearing that face for a bet?
Cheer up let’s
have a ball
Come on
just one little smile
Start with
something quite small
Great you have
no sense of humor
So probably
no sense at all
My Granddad was wonderful
He always
smiled and never frowned
He’d always
have a treat for me
A man walked into a crowded bar
With a
loaded gun and shouted
"Who’s
been shagging my sister?”
In case his
intent was doubted
He raised
the gun and took aim
And fired
the gun to demonstrate
A lone
voice shouted from the back
Don’t see growing old as a negative
Ageing is
like fine wine so
It gets better
with age,
But you’ve
got some way to go
My son had a eureka moment
And I was
quite impressed
He discovered
that the volume knob
Could also
turn to the left
Grey hair is not a glorious crown
Worn by a
righteous life
But an
unwillingness to buy dye
If I'd realized I was going
To live beyond
my sixties
I'd have
taken better care
I concentrate, every second
I can never
slack
Once my dad
let his mind wander,
And it
never came back
You gain knowledge, dignity
Tolerance and serenity
As you get
older without a doubt
As I was going by Charing Cross,
A cyclist ran me down of course
Are you wearing
a manly chin?
All dimply
and square jawed
Very good
looking indeed
I love you by any measure
You might
wish to use
But I don’t
know how to express
The way I
feel about you
And the affect
you have on me
So, I hope
this gives you a clue
If you were
a delicacy
Then I
would say you are
Without a
doubt
Beluga
caviar
You've reached the big four-0
You're
getting old and so
It’s time
for you to take it slow
It may not
be what you wished
But make up
for what you’ve missed
Grab a
bottle and then get pissed
I would never have known you were thirty
You're not
at all like a thirty-year-old
You are
very youthful in many ways
But the
giveaway, if I may be bold
Was not
your youthful appearance at all
Your taste
in music was your downfall
Wow you look good for your age
And it was
hard for me to gauge
But what
proves you are an old man
Is that you’re
a Jim Reeves fan
Under any conceivable circumstance
I wouldn’t
hesitate to admit
I would
much rather be over the hill
Than find
myself under it
50 year old,
Needs TLC, well
used
One previous
owner
I doubt it but if it’s actually true,
And it’s
not an exaggeration,
And things
do get better with age
Then I must
have reached perfection
Ageing is like fine wine
It gets
better with age
But in your
case
It was
corked at some stage
Miss Jane had a bag
It was
robbed in a minute
She opened
the bag
And a
scouser was in it
Are you wearing cast offs?
I don’t
actually care
As long as
I see them cast off
Onto my
bedroom chair
I love you by any measure
You might wish to use
But I don’t know how to express
The way I feel about you
And the affect you have on me
So I hope this gives you a clue
Without you in my world
My cup is empty
But your love fills me
To the brim you see
I don’t want you to think that today
I think of you as a little older
I wouldn’t think that on your birthday
Your body is showing signs of wear
But you're
still young at heart
And you’re
in good shape to be fair
From good boy
To a nice
kid
A promising
start
Then from a
great guy
To a fine
man
And finally, an old fart
You're not really old, though
You are passed
your prime
But you’ve not
been young
For a very,
very long time
With old age comes wisdom
Which is
enlightening
And we
learn to avoid
Things that
maybe frightening
Like
choosing candlelight
Instead of fluorescent lighting
Don’t play second fiddle
Don’t be a
mistress, be a wife
You must
always be
The leading
lady in your own life
You've reached a milestone
A really
significant age
You've
joined the over 40's
You have turned
a new page
So happy
birthday darling
I hope you
enjoy your surprise
Because now
you’re forty
Your age
matches your bust size
Leg over leg,
As the man went to Dover;
When he came to a girl
He got his leg over
Are you wearing a condom?
At your age
you really have no hope
Sex at ninety-six
will be like
Trying to
shoot pool with a rope
I love you by any measure
You might
wish to use
But I don’t
know how to express
The way I
feel about you
And the
affect you have on me
So, I hope
this gives you a clue
Without you
in it, my world
Is
monochrome
But your
love colors it
With every
conceivable tone
Well,
you’ve reached an age
So have a happy
birthday
So now really
spoil yourself
Think about global warming
When you
look at your cake
Lighting
all those candles
It's natural to become quieter as we age
It’s just another
old age sin
It’s not
easy to talk at the same time
As holding your stomach in
Bad news, Her Majesty isn't sending you
A telegram
this year, but don’t despair
There is
nothing to be concerned about
In the nineties we all loved to dance along to
Billy Ray
Cyrus and his “Achy Breaky Heart”
Now I’m
approaching my seventies I've got
Achy,
breaky everything and I’m falling apart
You’re forty years old
Which is
when, they say
Life begins
for you
On that
most special day
But if you
drink too much
You will
certainly pay
Because now
you’re old
You’ll be hungover
all day
The young beautiful people
Think they
are acts of nature,
But the
beautiful old people
Know they’re
works of art for sure
Rim strim stram-a-diddle
Larra-bum-a-ring ting
Rig-num bulletin a-ky-mo!
Ah that’s
Jazz man
Are you wearing some protection?
Why would I
be talking about a condom?
I just
wondered if you had decided
To put your
long raincoat on
Rambha, Apsara
Of the
clouds and waters
In Hindu
and Buddhist mythology
A celestial
nymph
And
celestial maiden
A beautiful
supernatural being
Youthful
and elegant,
Who dances
to the music
Of the
Gandharvas,
In the
palaces of the Gods,
Entertainer
and seducer
Of Gods and
men
An ethereal
being
Inhabiting
the skies