When your married or in relationships
And
you go out and order fish and chips
You
notice what other men have ordered
When your married or in relationships
And
you go out and order fish and chips
You
notice what other men have ordered
I was driving my wife’s car the other day
And
someone cut me up while on my way
The
problem is that things are less familiar
Switches
are different to my own little car
I
went to sound the horn at the car ahead
And
then the windscreen washers squirted
With
trickling water obscuring my vision
I
reflected on the wisdom of my decision
I
shouted at him in defiance like you do
“Bastard,
now let that be a lesson to you”
There is knowledge I need to know
Which
will give me the status of a king
For
example, why do the words, flammable
And
inflammable mean the same thing
On an outing to our local shopping mall
I
couldn’t find Mrs. Oliver there at all
She
was a poor old woman in my care
And
I couldn’t find the woman anywhere
I
stood and thought hard about my task
And
decided to go to information and ask
At
the information desk Maureen sat
I
wasn’t very hopeful I would say that
Though
she didn’t look at all informing
I
still told her that I had lost something
Blandly
she said, “was it an umbrella”?
I
told her the true nature of my dilemma
“Oh,
what’s she like”? The woman said
Coffee
and cake maybe a Danish instead
No
what does she look like is what I mean
I
laughed but the joke was lost on Maureen
“There’s
a new coffee shop she may have tried”
“That’s
a very good idea” I promptly replied
I
gave her my thanks and I was on my way
“They
have a distinctive smell don’t they”
“What
coffee shops? Yes, they do I suppose”
“No
old people” she said holding her nose
I thought selling sand to Arabs
Really
took the biscuit
Or
even selling the very latest
Ice
cube maker to the Inuit
But
I’ve just paid in a restaurant
For
the contents of their bins
We
had spareribs chicken wings
And
of course, potato skins
If God had not intended
Animals
for us to eat
He
would never have
Made
them out of meat
My dad is a versatile music man
If
anyone can play it then he can
He’s
been seen playing the cello
In
a hotel lounge in Portabello
Playing
inprov jazz on tenor sax
For
beer money on a street in Halifax
Even
making a tune on a synthesizer
While
drinking Irn bru and tizer
He’s
very often been known to jam
In
a seedy club in Amsterdam
Bash
a tune out on the old Joanna
Down
by the beach in copacabana
And
strumming on guitar or banjo
For
the businessmen of Tokyo
He’ll
get a note out of a flugel horn
On
the icy slopes of the Matterhorn
He’ll
play anything from harmonica
To
the clarinet euphonium or tuba
Double
base trumpet or trombone
Triangle
glockenspiel or xylophone
But
my dad the versatile music man
Will
never play the piano accordion