A couple of women
Live next door to me
One is middle-aged
And teaches PE
The other a social worker
In her mid-twenties
They go everywhere together
If you please
And I’ve never seen a man
Either enter or leave
I’m beginning to think
That
they might be Lebanese
You are truly middle aged
When
your twilight is dawning
And
you still believe you will
Feel
better in the morning
I think that I can say
With
some certainty
That
age is too high a price
You know you're getting old when I bet
You have too much room in the Maisonette
And not enough in the bathroom cabinet
Now trapped wind can be
A
problem apparently
A
thing to overcome
And
a real worry to some
While
not endangering
It
does cause suffering
But
keep it in they ought
Despite
any discomfort
As
its when they get leaky
That
really concerns me
A super model named Bimbette one day
Was
bragging to her model friend Soiree
About
her knowledge of world capitals
While
sitting round with some model pals
She
said proudly, "Go ahead and ask me”
“I
know them all just you wait and see"
So,
Soiree asks for the capital of Germany
Bimbette
replies, "Oh, that's easy its G"
I think the simplest way of defining Poverty
Is
when you have too much month left, you see
