WPC’S wearing stout shoes
Solicitors
dressed in dark hues
Traffic
wardens with attitude
Merry
widows with gratitude
Highflying
executives power suited
Farming
lass’s Wellington booted
Essex
girls in white stilettos
Shop
assistants with painted toes
Cleaners
and cooks in coloured tabards
Casino
croupiers dealing cards
Any
of the above I’m pleased to say
Will
help to pass a wet day away
There was a female guest
On
TV today
She
said she’d done a poll
Which
one she didn’t say
But
by the look of her
She
done most of Europe anyway
On my last visit to the hairdresser
I
was asked “Something for the weekend sir”?
Well,
I was taken aback without a doubt
I replied,
“Do you have any tiling grout”?
I was confronted by my mother-in-law
And
as I fell under her icy stare
I
asked “Shouldn’t you be knitting
Under
a guillotine somewhere?”
I like to take driving holidays abroad
Last
year it was Belgium and the lowlands
But
the year I went down to Berlin
Wasn’t
anywhere as good as Holland
The
problem with driving German cars
Is
they keep trying to head for Poland
Wear the strides of starch? What plan is that
A
couth player kids you dare the strides of starch
Get
him to score for me? Get me his place
Yellow
some of the thongs look upon a geezer
Plot
may plow to the sea cow
Chic
won aclaim
Wear
the strides of starch
She
is a cleaner Petula Cleavesden-Arse
A man with one good watch
Always
knows the time of day
But
a man with two watches
