To counteract the signs of aging
I
have an alternative to the
Cosmetic
treatment hustle
I
just drink plenty of wine
It’s
much cheaper than Botox
And
paralyses more muscles
To counteract the signs of aging
I
have an alternative to the
Cosmetic
treatment hustle
I
just drink plenty of wine
It’s
much cheaper than Botox
And
paralyses more muscles
I used to have a coping strategy
For
when things got grim
I
would try to drown my sorrows
But
the bastards learned how to swim
It doesn’t matter if the glass
Is
half full or half empty
Either
is fine
It
just means that there is
More
than enough room
To
add more wine
A young woman stood waiting to meet
She
stood six foot tall in stocking feet
Two
midgets arrive standing to her right
Or
should I say men of restricted height
After
a while one turned and spoke to her
“Excuse
me miss can we smell your beaver?”
“No,
you can’t you dirty disgusting little men”
“Oh,
ok it must be your feet that stink then”
I tried cooking with wine last night
But it didn’t go very well therein
After five generous glasses
I forgot why I was in the kitchen
I’m getting old
My youth has been relinquished
I’m told my grey hair
Makes me look distinguished
The sad truth is
My ego has been extinguished
The Red Cross are getting greedy
Not happy to just milk me in life
They want me to will them a percentage
Of what should go to my wife