72 Miles From The Sea

  I am a single man and happy to be so But I keep being set up by my mother And the latest had very friendly eyes As they kept looking...

  Looking at my aunties face Is like reading in the Lamborghini It’s all right for a few minutes, Then you start to feel queasy

  The man’s face was crimson red And heavily pockmarked too Like he recently been on fire And put out with a Golf shoe

  He had a large red nose Just like a strawberry His pock marked snozz Was not a thing of beauty But it was not a drinker’s nose I...