Two Clowns divorced
And it was a very messy to do
As they all stood and watched
The Custardy battle ensue
Two Clowns divorced
And it was a very messy to do
As they all stood and watched
The Custardy battle ensue
My wife has left me
And taken the children
All our friends
Have abandoned me
And taken her side
Then when I put on
The Television set
The show that greets
me
Is the Lonely Planet
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
My wife and I are separated
And the reason why we
parted
She started all
conversations
After the programs had
started
Half of all marriages
Will end in divorce
Which just leaves the
Unhappy ones of course
After ten years of marriage
I am divorced by
choice
Regrettably I have to
say
That it wasn’t my
choice
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”
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
Sleeping separate nights
Living separate days
We live separate lives
Let’s go our separate
ways
Divorce is…
Cathartic,
purification
Therapeutically
purgative
Like colonic
irrigation
When I used to leave the house
I kissed my wife goodbye
Now as I leave my wife
I have kissed the
house goodbye
A woman is like a hurricane
Whether your partner
or your spouse
When she comes she’s
hot and wet
When she leaves she
takes half the house
When first we met, I thought of her
She who must be an
angel
When we were married,
she became
She who must be obeyed
Now we are divorced
she has become
She who must be
despised
In my long life
I have found this to
be true
Ex-husbands are like
thrush
They keep coming back to you
Two Clowns divorced
And it was a very messy to do
As they all stood and watched
The Custardy battle ensue
Two Clowns divorced
And
it was a very messy to do
As
they all stood and watched
The
Custardy battle ensue
Divorce is…
Cathartic, purification
Therapeutically purgative
Like colonic irrigation
In Norwich at my local pub, I sat
After a pint and a couple of gins
And contemplated relationships
With my muckers for their sins
“I’m divorcing my sweetheart
And soul mate” I tell my friends
“There will be no animosity” I add
“And we will always stay cousins”
My wife told me if I go fishing
Just
one more time, today
Then
she's going to leave me
Love is grand and that’s the truth
But
divorce is fifty grand - struth