There
was a man who muttered a few words
In
church and found himself wed
A
year later he muttered something in his sleep
And
found himself divorced instead
There
was a man who muttered a few words
In
church and found himself wed
A
year later he muttered something in his sleep
And
found himself divorced instead
Now
what determines
The
length of a minute
Depends
if you’re outside
The
bathroom or in it
After I’ve been painting the town red
It’s not the drink that does my head
Its waiting so long that gets my goat
Before I can apply a second coat
A
photographer had to go to Bimbette and say
That
his models’ father had just passed away
Understandably
Bimbette was quite distraught
So,
he told her to go home because she ought
After
she left, he got to thinking that he should
Have
told her that he’d do anything that he could
So,
he decided he’d go to her house to see her
When
he arrived she was sitting alone as it were
On
the front porch crying even harder than before
"What’s
wrong now Bimbette" he began to explore
Sobbing
she said, "I just spoke with my sister Sue”
“And
she just told me that her father just died too"
Are
you wearing a girdle?
That’s
a problem Mrs Spurdle,
Not
an insurmountable hurdle
But
due to the snugness of the fit
Prising
all of you, out of, all of it
Might
slow me down a bit
The
sculptor creates
With
skilful hands
The
beauteous article
An
artistic gift
Its
concept borrowed
From
his dreams
And
his subconscious mind
To
infuse in his design
And
create a work of art
In George Clooney’s latest role
He’s to play the part of Kevan
A habitual paedophile
And it’s called "Oh, She's Eleven?"