A Frog he went a courting,
Well, it’s not like he
has
Anything else to do
since
He lost the French
Presidency
A Frog he went a courting,
Well, it’s not like he
has
Anything else to do
since
He lost the French
Presidency
Thank God it’s February
And the month of
January
Is now just a memory
And thank God for
Salary
Are you wearing Mormon garments?
The ones like cool
white milk
Are they supposed to
be sacred?
Or something of that
ilk
Or to preserve your
modesty
In sensual soft
shimmering silk
So if it is correct that
The plural of foot is
feet
Then why is the plural
of boot,
Boots and not beet
It is a sad fact of life that if
There is a worse time,
when
Something can go wrong
Of course it will happen then
Friend’s first, then soul mates
Then we spoke of
wedlock
Now our souls are
intertwined
The exited states of America
Have an upcoming
election
And a Trump victory
will make
A confused sperm asked for directions
Not really a masculine
trait
But he asked and was
told
Oh, I wouldn’t start
from here mate
That's political correctness that is
When my little neighbour Allen
A short ass with a chip on his shoulder
Is actually vertically
challenged
My wife drove her first husband
To shoot himself in
despair
But she only drove her
second
There they go round the mulberry bush,
Showing there bush,
Showing there bush,
There they go round the mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.
Are you wearing silk
drawers?
I only ask you as I
can see
That you appear to be
the victim
Of an elastic deficiency
And if you combine
that
With the force of
gravity
They are around your
ankles
You may think it a
catastrophe
But I would beg to
differ
So, if it is correct that
The plural of man is
men
Then why is the plural
of pan,
Pans and not pen
If clergymen can be defrocked
Can a promoter be
demoted?
Should writers be described?
And musicians be denoted?
I quit my job at the refinery
In the helium gas zone
It was a good job but
I refused
To be spoken to in
that tone
Shots were fired at the choir
Which has affected morale
The Arizona News
called it
“Gunfight at the Ok
Chorale”
It is a sad fact of life that if
Several things can go
to cock,
The one to be befall
you
Will cause the most
shock
There is absolutely no substitution
Or for that matter an
easy solution
For a genuine lack of
preparation
Friend’s first, then soul mates
Then we spoke of
wedlock
Now our souls are intertwined
My brother-in-law is from Stratford
He went to Shakespeare's school
No of course he didn’t know him
He was in the year above you fool
Hickory, dickory, dock
The mouse ran up the
clock
Which was unusual to
find
A rodent interested
In chronometry
Are you wearing an underskirt?
I can see it beneath
your hem
Oh, its imported silk,
is it?
Oh yes of course I
like them
So, if it is correct that
The plural of goose is
geese
Then why isn’t the plural
Of moose, meese
If Lawyers can be disbarred
Can dustmen be well
disposed?
Or can tour guides be
detoured
And must models be
deposed?
I made my girl Bimbette
Really laugh on
Saturday
The only problem is I
told
Her the joke on
Wednesday
Men like logic and sex
In fact, they really like
it
But sex better than
logic
Though I can't prove
it
Put downs work the best
For deflecting unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the tension
If he says “you are the sun and the moon”
Simply don’t be taken
in by it
And just say “I may
love to shop
But I'm not buying
your bullshit”
Bimbette says she can count to seventy
But I think that’s
very doubtful
Because in my
experience she always
Finds sixty-nine a bit
of a mouthful
My son jokes about my age
He is always making
light
He says when I was a
boy
Rainbows were black and white
The sex was so good last night
With my girlfriend
Bimbette
That after it was over
even
The neighbours had a
cigarette.
Hey diddle diddle
Someone’s on the
fiddle
It will probably be
Another celebrity
Not paying their tax
Are you wearing a petticoat?
Are they were still in
vogue?
That’s delightful apparel
For a lascivious old rogue
So, if it is correct that
The plural of mouse is
mice
Then why is the plural
of house
Houses and not hice
If clergymen can be defrocked
Then can dry cleaners
get de-pressed
Or must songwriters be
de-composed
And hair stylists get
dis-tressed?
If Lawyers can be disbarred
then will fishermen be debated?
Will magicians be disillusioned?
And politicians denominated?
When the princess found the frog
And the kiss was
firmly planted
The prince turned out
to be gay
And the Princess was disenchanted
Put downs work the best
For deflecting unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the tension
If he falters and flirts with you
He is only flattering
to deceive
So, ignore him, but if
he persists ask
“If I throw a stick,
will you leave?”
Bimbette is not the brightest
And living with her is
very hard
In fact, she’s the
reason
The gene pool needs a
lifeguard
Some people are up beat
And see life as a positive
But I was born to be a
pessimist
Even my blood type is
B Negative
My son jokes about my age
His humour is very
droll
He says that my first
passport
Was written on a scroll
Did you ever see a lassie?
A lassie, a lassie?
I’m not sure terms of
endearment
Of that kind are
strictly PC
Are you wearing an underslip?
Are you really by
thunder
Would you like to slip
out of it
Or should I just slip under
If a pair is a twosome
And a trio is a threesome
A quartet, a foursome
Then a solo is a lonesome
A vertically challenged man
Went to see his GP
Without an appointment
And he was told at reception
That the doctor would see him
My wife was in the bathroom
When I suddenly heard
her shout
She had rubbed on hand
cream
And couldn’t turn the
knob to get out
So, if it is correct that
The plural of box is
boxes
Then why is the plural
of ox
Oxen and not Oxes
If in your home sweet home
You find a solitary
mouse
Then it is perfectly
acceptable
To call it a house
mouse
But if in your home sweet
home
You find that you have
mice
Then it is quite
unacceptable
To refer to them as
hice mice
If the masculine pronouns
Are he, his and him
Why then is it the
feminine
Are not she, shis and
shim
Foghorn Leghorn Le Rooster
Crossed a busy Parisian
Rue
Because he had
something
Important to
cockadoodle dooo
If clergymen can be defrocked
And lawyers be disbarred
Then that must mean that
Cock a doodle do!
The master's lost his fiddlestick?
And I don’t even think
I want to know what
that is
Are you wearing a reunion badge?
No wonder you look
depressed,
Steer clear of the class
reunion
It will just leave you
distressed
I know it was a bit of
fun looking
At the old school year
books
But going will just
make you feel
I have always believed
That it’s quite absurd
That “abbreviation”
Is such a long word
I think that the people who say they
Love the smell of
books are jerks
Because it’s perfectly
clear they
Don’t know how reading
books works
When you’ve finished your dinner
A fortune cookie would
suit yer
But if there is no
fortune in it
That means you don’t
have a future
The inventor of the Allen key
Made nothing off it
Despite the fact that
It certainly turned a profit
If a pair is a twosome
And a trio is a threesome
A quartet, a foursome
Then solo is a handsome
I visit my grandad regularly
Even though he’s a little daft
He has the windows open when
He makes me play draughts
Apparently, a good compost heap should
Get hot enough to
poach an egg on it,
But not so hot it
would cook a lobster
Well poached or not I
am not eating it
My husband is like a petrol mower
Although he is
considerably slower
They are both
difficult to get started
Emit foul smells when
they’ve farted
And are normally caked
in grime
And they only work
half the time
I'm a gardener and I'm ok
I sleep in the allotment
shed all day
I dress in comfy
clothing,
That my wife would
throw away
Oh I'm happy on the
allotment
As I’m not in her way
(Sung to the tune of Monty Python's “I'm a Lumberjack”)
Cock a doodle do!
The maid has lost her shoe,
And that’s not the
only thing
She lost in the barn
Detective Foghorn Leghorn
Was called to a crime
scene today
To investigate the
death
Of a Turkey, he
suspects fowl play
Are you wearing a look of contempt?
After my ham-fisted
clumsy attempt
Clearly, I can indeed
see that you are
After failing to
unhook that bloody bra
Problems are all about perspective
One of those “cup half
full” affairs
So, Escalators don't break
down
They just magically
turn into stairs.
Some of us learn from
The mistakes of others
The rest of us are
destined
To be the others
I hate people who use big words
I think it’s pretentious
And they only do it to
make
Themselves look
perspicacious
Many modern homes now
Have a panic room in
it
But to my two
daughters
And my dear wife
Brigit
Any room is a panic room
When they’ve lost a
phone in it
One of life’s universal truths
Is not really much of
a surprise
But behind every great
man
There’s a woman rolling
her eyes
The waitress asked “Do you have
Any questions about
the menu?”
My brother-in-law
replied
“Is this font courier
new?”
There is a simple truth in life
And it’s an honest
admission
It is much easier to
apologize
Than it is to ask
permission
Bye, baby Bunting,
Daddy’s gone
a-hunting,
Well, he’s gone to the
meat counter
With Haggis, Tatties and Nips
The Scots celebrate
Burns night
They pipe it in with Bagpipes
And that’s really not
right
What the hell is wrong
with them
I thought they
actually liked him
In the Burns Night Raffle, first prize
Was very highly sought
after
For it allowed the
winner to pass
On the haggis at the Burns
Night Supper
Are you wearing a crucifix?
Is it God’s grace you
are appeasing?
Is it a symbol of your
devotion?
Or is it just aesthetically
pleasing
Are you a good
Christian girl?
Or are you taunting
and teasing
Well by that look in
your eye
I think you’re up for
a squeezing
I have a phobia about flying
And I won’t fly
Virgin, no way
After all why use an
airline
That doesn’t go all the
way?
You should never get back
Together with an old
flame
It’s like having a
garage sale
And buying your stuff
back again
New evidence indicates that women
Who carry a little
extra weight
Will live considerably
longer
Than the men who mention
it mate
If I had a pound for each and every girl
That said that they
found me unattractive,
It would increase my
worth eventually
And then they would
find me attractive
I always thought that alcohol
Made me funnier,
smarter, oh
And a much better
dancer
But then I saw myself
on video
If I’m smiling, I'm thinking
Of doing something
naughty
If you see me laughing,
its
Because I've done it
already
Bobby Shafto's gone to sea
Sailing away consumed with glee
To escape the Child Support
Agency
Are you wearing breast tightening serum?
No of course there is
no disgrace
But I do think I
should point out
That you don’t put it
on your face
The man lived with a wife
Who was overly
sentimental
And after many years
of marriage
It finally sent him mental
My young son Justin was knocked out
Of the latest school’s
spelling bee bout
Armageddon was the word
that did it
But hey it’s not the end
of the world is it
I saw something shocking
On one of those nature
programs
All about racist
seafood
They were the Ku Klux
Clams
The grass is not greener on the other side
Of the fence, that’s
what they tell me
But what if they’re
wrong about that
And you never actually
take a look and see
I always wanted to be somebody,
Which proved to be
impolitic
Because I realize that
maybe
I should have been
more specific.
Dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac
His traits were a
catalogue
And he stayed up all
night
Deciding if there really is a dog
Dr. Pepper is a Dr.
That’s the twist
But what kind,
I guess he’s a fizzicist
A young man got mugged
By a magician last
year
He took a wallet, a
watch,
And the coin from
behind his ear
The Airplane was invented
By an optimist
While the parachute
was
Invented by a
pessimist
Three wise men of Gotham
This is something of a
choker
When it turns out that
they are
Penguin, Riddler and
the joker
We went all-inclusive and booked
A day out to a water
park, with flumes
But no-one thought to
tell us we needed
To take our own swimming
costumes
Why did the adulterer cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could get to another man’s bride
Are you wearing seven-inch heels?
As you’re tottering
down the street
But don’t you feel
silly standing
Six foot two in your
stocking feet
A Doctor pointed out a piece of lettuce
That protruded from the
patient’s ear
And added that it
might be serious
As it could be the tip
of the iceberg
Telling actors to “Break a leg”
Is a tradition from long past
And the reason for it
is this
Actors like to be in a
good cast
The difference between
Weeds and flowers
Is without a doubt
That the garden weeds
Are the most difficult
By far to pull out
I’ve always thought
The word overused
But Victoria Wood
Really was a genius.
But there is darkness
Where once a light
shone
The bright light
Of an enduring star
Which is now
extinguished.
But not in our hearts
For there she burns
still
As her laughter always
will
If I have to pick just one Gem
From her creative
canon
Then “The Ballad of
Barry and Freda”
Would have to be the
one
The pace and delivery
of wit
Hits you like a comic
volley
Like “Bend me over
backwards
On me Hostess trolley”
Great Humour filled
lines
Delivered oh so
sleekly
Like “Beat me on the
bottom
With a Woman’s weekly”
Or “Come and melt the
buttons
On me flameproof
nightie”
I can picture her
singing it
To St P and God
almighty
For the bargain price of a first-class stamp
You can trust a letter
to the post master.
But it won’t be delivered
the next day
And second class won’t
arrive the day after
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, open the
door
Five, six, cocktail
sticks
Seven, eight, in a bit
of a state
Nine, ten, pissed
again
We requested a twin bed room
But we ended up with a
king size
As a result, my wife
is pregnant
So that was a nice
holiday surprise
Why did the bachelor cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could avoid finding a bride
Are you wearing a chapeau?
That’s the French for
hat you know?
Well, you look quite
sweet I must say
Though I’m not a huge
fan of the beret
And the rather limp
looking overcoat
It isn’t really what
you’d call haute
But I need to find a
condom dispenser
Because I have a thing
for Frank Spencer
In order for a Baker to get
A Royal warrant, it is
said
They need to be like many
Royals and be
inter-bred
The border agency are struggling
To prevent mosquitos
from getting in
They’re very cunning
creatures
Who all claim to be
Asylum Zika’s
Our neighbours are organic dairy farmers
With special diets and
all that ilk
N’owt good ever came
of pampering cows
They give Nobel Prize’s for anything now
And the latest recipient has been revealed
The winner is a scarecrow of all things
Mind you he is outstanding in his fieldEngland has a reputation for being wet
And it’s a
well-deserved one I fear
And the simple reason
for that is that
The Queen has reigned so many years
In the vegetable world, the posh potatoes
Never listen to football
on the radio
There is nothing they
dislike greater
On top of Old Smoky,
All covered with snow
The great sleeping
giant
Was ready to blow
When we were on holiday
We went swimming in
the sea
No-one said there
would be fish
The kids found it very scary
Why did the divorcee cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could avoid another bride
Are you wearing lace garters?
Answer me that one for
starters
Beneath your dress up
high
Around your black clad
thigh
Where the black sheath
is stopping
Where they are lacy at
the topping
Are there lacy garter rings
Sexily placed
decorative things
Please answer this one
for starters
Are you wearing lacy
garters?
A toddler starts chewing on a slug
As mum looks on and
squirms
But she asked what it
tasted like
And the toddler replied
“Worms”
A weed is a plant that has simply mastered
Every survival skill
in the way it grows
But with all its hardy
guile and cunning
They haven’t yet
learned to grow in rows
A man was left mentally scarred
After swinging from
trees in his yard
When a branch snagged
on his leotard
I’m a really rubbish gardener
I find it all a bit of
a chore
If only I was better
outside
At simple horticulture
And grow stuff in the
garden
Like I do in the
refrigerator
To garden effectively, firstly, put on a hat
But be very careful, and
choose the right one
Straw preferably, and
it should have a
Wide brim to protect
you from the sun
Some old clothes, but
nothing too scruffy
It should be a stylish
yet practical rig
And with a hoe in one
hand and a cold drink
In the other, tell
somebody else where to dig
To a gardener,
A grassed over area
Is just a flowerbed
That has yet to appear
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating of curds and
whey;
And if you ever
wondered
What a tuffet is
You’ll find them on
Ebay
Topless sunbathing on the beach
Should be universally
banned
My husband finds it distracting
And can’t relax as he
planned
Why did the bigamist cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could get to the other bride
Are you wearing a policeman’s hat?
And you don’t get fed
up with that
When they ask about
your bobby’s hat
“Does your head reach
the top of that?”
My grandfather became such
A successful bonsai
grower
He had to move to a
house
Where the garden was
smaller
The Melons are having a big wedding
“Hello magazine” have
the scoop
However, they don’t really
want
A big affair but they
cantaloupe
The simple red rose was once
The emblem of the English
But alas it has been replaced.
In England by the
satellite dish
If you can’t tell the difference
Between a plant and
weed
Then learn by pulling
one up
That’s the best way to
proceed
And if it comes out
quite easily
Then the other one is
the weed
A husband pays five hundred pounds
To get his wife a sheer
negligée
So, she thought she
should pose for him
As it was a lot of
money to pay
But decided to pretend
to wear the item
And then next day get
a refund on it
He looked on wide eyed
and said
“For the price they
could have ironed it”
The most popular man in a nudist colony
Can carry 2 large
coffees and twelve donuts
The most popular woman
in a nudist colony
Girls and boys, come out to play
The moon doth shine as
bright as day
They drink whatever is
plentiful and cheap
And end up legless in
the street
Reverend Foghorn Leghorn
Has done his
reputation damage
When he was ejected
from church
For using fowl
language
We had a terrible holiday
It was ruined by
drunken pests
Our tour operator
should have
Warned us of noisy
unruly guests
Why did the fugitive cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could find somewhere to hide
Are you wearing winkle pickers?
And you don’t mind the
snickers?
And when they ask it
doesn’t offend?
“Do your toes go right
to the end?”
You know you have reached
The end of your childhood
When knock down ginger is bad
The simple definition of marriage
I think you should
understand
Is that one person is
always right
And the other one is
the husband
I was little more than a lad
And my hometown lay
behind me
But I didn’t walk the
road
As a lad for very
long,
I quickly became a man
So I walked for many
years
And for many miles
In country and in town
Working in the sweet-smelling
fields
And the foul odorous
cities
But I wandered tall
and proud
Now the road lead me
home
And the path breathes
life
Into my wistful heart
The Russian Airforce are dropping
Amazon bombs on Syria
They are so called as
they keep
Being left with a
neighbour
When I had my very first garden
It filled me with absolute
terror
I didn’t have any
experience
But I learnt by trowel
and error
Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,
Kissed the girls and
made them cry
Until the day that it
came to be
He was investigated by
Yew Tee
We went on a self-catering
Luxury break in
Bognor
But the fully equipped
kitchen
Didn’t have an egg
separator
Why did the voyeur cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could find somewhere to hide
Foghorn Leghorn’s wife only laid
Her eggs in the winter
or fall
But that made sense,
as she was
No Spring Chicken
after all
There is an Owl of low morals
That frequents our park
And subsequently it doesn’t
Give a hoot after dark
Among abominable snowmen
There is a virgin called Betty
And to all her kith and kin
She is known as a not Yeti
Are you wearing a red chapeau?
It’s a very daring
choice of yours
Because wearing a red
chapeau
They’ll say red hat
and no drawers
We virtually lived outside
Me and my friends
On long summer
adventures
Until the days ends
But we weren’t just
The fair weather sort
We played outside even
When days were short
Rolling around in
piles
Of autumn leaves of
gold
Splashing through
puddles
Despite being told
Playing imaginary
games
About being lost in
the fog
running through the woods
Chasing the dog.
In winter when
Saturday came
Then off we’d go
With luck we’d wake
To find a fresh fall
of snow
Then we’d happily sledge
Across the snowy land
Or build a snowman
Till we can’t feel our
hands
Hours pass in minutes
As we’d happily roam
But despite the cold
We didn’t rush to get
home
When we did we
crunched
Through the crisp winter
frost
Those were the joys
Of a childhood lost
When you’re on the pull
If you want to break
the ice
Say something funny
Or say something nice
Be complimentary
Or just lie in your
endeavour
Be devastatingly witty
Or say something
clever
Say to her “If I
follow you home
Tonight, it’s not as
it seems
I was just brought up
to
Follow my dreams"
Sit down in the meadow
And we will bill and
coo
We will choose a
perfect spot
But please be careful
do
Oh, dear that was
thoughtless
I did suggest you take
care
It was rather ill
considered
For you to sit down there
As if you lift your
buttock up
You’ll see you
squashed
A perfect patch of
buttercup
As I was going by Charing Cross
The station was closed
of course
And a sign said
outside of the station
A replacement bus
service is in operation
The beach was right outside the hotel
Which I suppose was
alright
But is wasn’t much
like the brochure
The sand was yellow
not white
Why did the philanderer cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could get to another man’s bride
Are you wearing leggings?
That are baggy ‘round
the knees’
As I can’t see them
for myself
Can I have more
details please?
I told my dad “I want to be
A fortune teller init”
He said “Don’t be daft
son
There’s no future in
it”
They are a constant about the place
They are the friendly
face
Revellers stop on
their merry way
And invariably they will
say
As they lean
at precarious angles
"We love you
strangles"
I woke up with Wogan,
With 8 million others
I even contributed in a small way
Like many sisters and brothers
And when he was usurped
By the upstart Evans
Anton Deck and I
Shook a fist to the heavens
When I woke to the news
Of the Togmeisters demise
A lump filled my throat
And tears filled my eyes
With his warm easy manner
Friendly, witty and clever
He has a new audience now
And I will be a TOG forever
We used to have an Owl
He was really cute
But he had low self esteem
So didn’t give a hoot
The Street Angels have trod the path
For Five years on
Woking’s streets
Armed only with Gods
light
And their calming
influence
They are Not preachers
of the word
Nor are they there to
evangelise
They are the doers of
deeds
The holders of hands
And the wipers of
tears
They are a friendly
face in the dark
Or a soothing word in
the confusion
A conduit to common
sense
The Angels do not
judge
Nor are they there to
chastise
Angels listen with
sympathetic ears
And speak in a voice
of pleasant reason
They give up their
time
For the lost and the
vulnerable
And the over
enthusiastic revellers
Until the last club
closes.
The Street Angels
Do not police the
streets
But they do tread the
path
And they are part of
the peace
Donations to Sperm Banks
In the UK are in
decline
Because most people
today
Do their banking online
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
But what I really want
to know is how
The golden beach was outside the hotel
Which was really handy
But although it looked
like the brochure
The beach was too
sandy