The cynics say of miracles
That they are a scarce commodity,
If they happen at all
But to my mind
There is nothing more miraculous
Than the birth of a child
It may be the most common placed
Of miracles
But it is miraculous
Nonetheless
The cynics say of miracles
That they are a scarce commodity,
If they happen at all
But to my mind
There is nothing more miraculous
Than the birth of a child
It may be the most common placed
Of miracles
But it is miraculous
Nonetheless
If you have begun to tire
Of
being the object of men’s desire
Not
of being attractive per se
But
being hit upon in that way
Just
tell them your incompatible
Because
you are not inflatable
The instructions
On my new stick deodorant read
Remove cap
And push up bottom. It said
I complied with the instructions
And it made my eyes water
I had difficulty walking
I had to grip my buttocks taughter
But when I had to fart
I did so quite softly
And noticed at once
That the room smelt lovely
I do drink Coffee
But it’s not a favourite of mine
It doesn’t fill me with cheer
It just fills in the time
Until it’s socially acceptable
To start drinking beer
In an attempt to change my lifestyle
I
became a vegetarian, well for a while
But
for me it didn’t suit, and wasn’t right
Here is a code by which to live your life
Never
hit on a mate’s girlfriend or wife
There
are quite enough women to go round
A
woman of your own can easily be found
So,
remember this code and never submit
Agnes, poor girl was not very pretty
But
to call her plain would be a pity
And
unfair to plain girls far and wide
In
short Agnes was on the ugly side
When
she was delivered by the midwife
The
father saw only a precious new life
But
the nurse saw an ugly little scrap
As
she held up the poor child to slap
She
stopped and lay Agnes on the bed
And
then slapped both parents instead
Many
years later came her wedding day
Her
looks had not improved in any way
And
when the ceremonial side was done
The
bridegroom was kissed by everyone
Even
the groom hesitated to kiss his bride
But
frightful Agnes was not to be denied
So
what was it the bridegroom saw in her
Perhaps
it was her father the millionaire