Doctors, dentists, lawyers
And
all that professional lot
Are
only ever on time for appointments
Doctors, dentists, lawyers
And
all that professional lot
Are
only ever on time for appointments
It was a dreadful flight
And it was late as well
Then I couldn't find my case
On the baggage carousel
So, I went to “lost luggage”
To report the loss of it
The woman looked the part
But I didn’t trust her a bit
She said she would apply
Her professional hand
Then she said “now tell me
“When does your plane land?”
As I was going to Banbury Cross
My wife was less than thrilled
“For god’s sake calm down” she said
Heracles when driven mad by the goddess Hera
Murdered
his three children and his wife Megara
The
Delphic oracle punished him for the murders
By ordering him to perform the Twelve Labors
The labors were set by king Eurystheus his cousin
The
fifth labor Eurystheus Took great pleasure in
He
chose a Labor he hoped would be demeaning
And
he was sure would humiliate his heroic cousin
Heracles
was to clean the stables of King Augeas
And
he must do it in a single day to have success
King
Augeas possessed for years vast herds of cattle
Their
deposits of manure was to be Heracles battle
So
much had been deposited by the cattle of Augeas
That
a thick aroma hung over the Peloponnesus
But
Heracles Instead of using baskets and shovels
He
diverted two rivers through the Augean stables
You lie alone
So small, so fragile
Boxed like a doll
In a toy store window
Where passers-by say
“It’s almost lifelike”
But you are not a doll
You are not for sale
For you are not whole
The essence that was you
Has left you empty
Like a box within a box
You lie alone
Your angelic soul
Was borne to heaven
A man walked into a pub one Saturday night
He
went to the bar and ordered a pint of light
“Certainly,
Sir, that will cost you ten pence”
“Ten
pence? For a pint that makes no sense”
The
man exclaimed delightedly to the barman
“Special
price tonight, enjoy it while you can”
The
man glanced down at the bar food menu
Then
he ordered steak and chips with peas too
“Yes
Sir,” said the barman, “that will be fifty p”
“How
much?” the man said a little doubtfully
The
barman confirmed the price to the man
“Special
price tonight, enjoy it while you can”
“Where's
the other bloke who owns this place?”
The
barman said “Upstairs, with my wife Grace”
The
man asked detecting an undertone of strife
“What's
he doing upstairs with your wife?”
“He’s
upstairs doing to my wife more or less”
What do you call a chicken?
The
question begs
If
it wears a shell suit?