Some people aren’t shaking hands
Because of the Coronavirus
caper
But I’m no longer
shaking hands
Due to the shortage of
toilet paper
Some people aren’t shaking hands
Because of the Coronavirus
caper
But I’m no longer
shaking hands
Due to the shortage of
toilet paper
Are you wearing a smug expression?
Well, that can mean
just one thing
As you’re dressed in
that dark suit
You didn’t shake
before letting it swing
While looking at a hotel website
His granddaughter asked “What’s a Bidet?”
The old soldier smiled wryly and retorted
“It’s a couple of days before D-Day”
Not doing up your fly after spending a penny
Makes you forgetful
and nothing more,
It doesn’t mean you
have Alzheimer’s
Its only senility if
you forgot to unzip before
The sign in the layby read
“No dumping” it was
hard to miss
But luckily it didn’t
apply to me
Because I only needed
a piss
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
When you walk into the bathroom
You’re American
When you walk out of
the bathroom
You’re American
But while you are in the bathroom
European
Falling in love is like poetry
But when she no longer
calls
Don’t start writing
her number
On every single toilet
wall
Poetry can be very romantic
But it doesn’t work
for all
And it doesn’t really
count if
You write it on a toilet
wall
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
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
He was a serious swimmer
And was in
the pool constantly
But his
progress was halted
In his lane,
by an elderly lady
“How long must
I wait?” he asked
She replied
“until I finish my pee”
Oh, dear what can the matter be
Three old ladies
locked in the lavatory
And it all happened
last Saturday
And nobody knew they
were there
The first old lady was
totally batty
And she was in there
each Saturday
As I say she was
really quite batty
And nobody cared she
was there
The second old lady
said sweetly
“I’m no lady oh how
you flatter me”
I’ve not been here
before on a Saturday
And we were surprised
she was there
The third old lady was
an anomaly
He was a man called Ian
from Battersea
He didn’t even know it
was Saturday
And didn’t know why he
was there
At the festival toilets
There was a bit of a
queue
Which got a bit out of
hand
To my view
But we all survived
The Battle of Portaloo
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
I got caught taking a piss
In the local swimming
pool
The lifeguard shouted
so loud,
I nearly fell in. the
bloody fool
Are you wearing a frown?
Is something getting
you down?
It’s something I’ve
done?
A broken rule? What
another one?
Oh now what is that
look about?
I’ve done it now, no
doubt
Now your arms are
folded
I’m about to get
scolded
No I don’t have a clue
What I’ve done to
upset you
If you don’t tell me
I’ll never guess
The reason for your
distress
So spit it out nice
and plain
To avoid having to say
it again
Ok so the reason for
the frown
Is I didn’t put the
loo seat down
Forget the Pinot Grigio and its ilk
And the endless night
time wee’s
Would you like
anti-diuretic wine?
Then the Pinot More
should please
I pee every morning at 6 am.
Like the proverbial
racehorse
And I evacuate my
bowels
30 minutes later in
force
Which would be perfect
If by then I was awake
of course
When you’ve been to the loo
And you’ve done what
you must do
You give a little tap,
tap, tap
To shake the drips of
the old chap
But as you try to zip
him back in
You catch a little bit
of skin
Which really hurts
your old chap
When he’s caught in
the penis fly trap