How many men does it take?
To
change the toilet, roll today
Nobody
knows the answer
Because
it never happens anyway
How many men does it take?
To
change the toilet, roll today
Nobody
knows the answer
Because
it never happens anyway
I don’t know what to do
About all the sex, nudity,
Foul language and violence
On my DVD
Last night I had for my tea
A
delicious beef stew
With
dumplings, better known
The diary of a Virgin
Is
a very short read
As
there are within
No
entries indeed
The white horizontal plume
Streams
in its wake
Like
a long grey ribbon
As
the locomotive powers on
A
truly romantic image
Of
the great age of steam
I saw her and thought “not a fan”
She
was all extensions and fake tan
And
she’d applied the slap thick
And
her lips needed a chap stick
I
thought it again as she left lipstick
Around
my undiscerning dipstick
In green leathered comfort
I
sat in a Chesterfield
In
an atmosphere
That
totally appealed
Among
my piers
In
silent appreciation
Almost
a reverence
Of
our quiet situation
A
brandy on the table
A
cigar in the ash tray
And
the world held
Well
and truly at bay