Alas, poor Derek! I blew him, Fellatio: a fellow
of infinite zest, of most excellent fancy: then he hath
boned me on my back a thousand times;
Alas, poor Derek! I blew him, Fellatio: a fellow
of infinite zest, of most excellent fancy: then he hath
boned me on my back a thousand times;
My teacher is extremely ancient
But I don’t want to be thought a fool
But it is the truth as he told us
He taught Shakespeare at his old school
My girlfriend loves horses and
All things Shakespearian
And she says “To be or not to be
A horse rider, that is equestrian”
My teacher is extremely ancient
But
I don’t want to be thought a fool
But
it is the truth as he told us
He
taught Shakespeare at his old school
Wear the strides of starch? What plan is that
A
couth player kids you dare the strides of starch
Get
him to score for me? Get me his place
Yellow
some of the thongs look upon a geezer
Plot
may plow to the sea cow
Chic
won aclaim
Wear
the strides of starch
She
is a cleaner Petula Cleavesden-Arse
How is this dinner?
Where’s
the condiment?
Made
delicious supper
With
a chop of pork
And
all the herbs
That
spiced upon our plates
A
brief soupcon
Of
liqueur and berries
Fiends, rascals, rapscallions
Tell
me your fears
What Elvis Presley did lives after him
The
king is now interred with his tones
So
let it be from Caesar’s
In
notorious Vegas
Were
Elvis the king was tremendous
In one of the Bard's
Best
thought of tragedies
Our
insistent hero
Hamlet
Queries
on two fronts
Once more onto the beach
Dear
ones by the shore
Or
sit on the wall or deck chair or sun bed
The both are false friends in my eyes
I
see them stand like vultures in the wings
Straining
on my good nature, and times run out
Follow
my instinct and upon this course
I
cry “sod that Gary England and sister George”
I wrote all of Shakespeare's plays,
And
the wife and I got together,
Did
most of his sonnets
For
our entertainment.
But
tormentors oft attribute
That
our brash quotes
As
being bogus. O! No! No! No!
Is a befitting quote from
One
of Shakespeare's greatest tragedies.
But
why won't Hamlet's
Inspiring
motto toss
Our
stubborn hero's
Tortuous
battle for life,
On
one hand,
And
death, on another?
Divorce Divorce my kingdom for Divorce!
With
law my friend I'll help you to divorce.
Brave,
I have left my spouse at long last, and I will stand the brunt of law.
I
think I will face six lawyers in the court, five have already contacted me so
far.
Divorce,
Divorce my kingdom for Divorce!
Try Medoc and then sip the Saint Emillion
That this full-bodied wine shall smell of earth
With fruity nose, supple soft and well rounded
Ah cold porridge! I think not, waitress: marmalade
Of infinite zest, on toast lightly browned. I’ll have
A pot of coffee black a Colombian blend and now how
About juice freshly squeezed and that’s it, thanks.
Oh Heinz, Heinz! Where is the Heinz?
Even my father has used the same
And if there is none, I will go without
As I will use no other ketchup
Rump, sirloin, brisket, all but the ears
I come to roast beef not to braise it
Liver that can be so good with onions
Tripe, offal, and soup made with their bones
So, let it be with beef the noble cow
But soft and light filling, through pastry breaks
Is it the yeast and flour in the buns?
Arise soufflé and lunch will be soon
Who is ready to sit and dine on beef?
To eat or not to eat, that is ingestion
Whether tis hunger in the mind to suffer
The pangs and gurgles of outrageous juices
Or to take in food against a sea of rumbles
And by digesting end them.