Love is grand and that’s the truth
But
divorce is fifty grand - struth
Love is grand and that’s the truth
But
divorce is fifty grand - struth
In this world some people are very selfish
Who
consider no one else in the world at all
I
am thinking of one particular individual
I
encountered at the Methodist church hall
I
was there to drop my son to beaver scouts
And
he his daughter to dance class in the hall
It
was the first time our paths had crossed
This
is the sequence of events as I can recall
He
was blocking the entrance to the car park
His
car was sat right in the middle first of all
As
there is only one entrance to the church
The
local traffic had soon slowed to a crawl
It
was a puzzle why he’d stopped it seemed
For
no apparent reason as far as I could see
He
was oblivious to the sound of car horns
Or
ironic cheers as he moved off eventually
He
was so arrogant or so stupid that he made
No
acknowledgement of his transgression
A
tuneless chorus of car horns continued
Noisily
expressing our anger and frustration
He
then proceeded slowly to the car park
I
swear he was driving as slowly as possible
He
parked his car in such a way as to occupy
Two
spaces and render a third inaccessible
Then
finally our paths crossed again inside
In
the small cafeteria where his wife and he
Sat
at one table while filling another one
With
bags and coats to add insult onto injury
My
feelings towards him were, I must confess
Of
a very unchristian nature I must concede
Though
I feel no guilt for my feelings at all
After
all he was a very selfish bastard indeed
The weapons of mass destruction
Have
been with us for many years
Weapons
of such devastation
They’re
beyond your darkest fears
After
years of fruitless search
Discovery’s
still not on the brink
So
why look in the deserts of Iraq
They’re
much closer than you think
An
old woman of my acquaintance
Makes
them in a flat in Basingstoke
Such
foul diabolical substances
And
concoctions to make you choke
Among
the many illegal weapons
That
terrorists are now sampling
The
most dangerous in her arsenal
Is
the evil bacon and onion dumpling
Such
an innocent recipe you think
But
so dangerous it has been proved
Even
the most sophisticated oven
Sighs
in relief as the dish is removed
As
if this were not deadly enough
Special
bran gravy is served with it
To
compliment the steaming dumpling
While
keeping the victim’s bowels fit
After
its consumption you sit dazed
Semi-conscious
and bloated vastly
Can
weapons of mass destruction
Ever
possibly be quite this ghastly
There is knowledge I need to know
I’m
sorry I don’t mean to blether
But
how does the snowplough driver
Get
to work in the winter weather
A
relative of the Tyrannosaurus
With
a complex vocabulary
They
have named it Thesaurus
A Son asked
“How much does it cost to get married, Dad”?
The Father replied
How can you tell
When a man's had an orgasm?
Listening to the snoring
Is
the best way to fathom