It’s better to have
A
horrible end
Than
to have
Horrors
without end
It’s better to have
A
horrible end
Than
to have
Horrors
without end
All the most sensible ladies and fellas
Will
always make sure they have four umbrellas
The
first of course because they leave it at home always
The
second one they leave at the office on rainy days
Then
the third one because they leave it on the train
And
of course the fourth is to start the cycle again
By the time my good lady
Learned
to understand me
I'm
afraid I have to admit
She
stopped listening to me
The game of love
Unlike
others that might
Is
never called off
On
account of bad light
The chance of a man
Meeting
a good looking “sure thing”
Increases
dramatically
If
you take into account, the following
He
is already with a date or his wife
Or
with a man who’s richer and better looking
Love is many things
According
to noted experts
Love
is where you can get it
According
to noted flirts
Love
is ecstasy to some
Others
say love hurts
But
in my experience
Love
comes in spurts
My wife has a phobia of automation
She
doesn’t trust things robotic
At
the hospital she wont use
Sliding
doors because their automatic
We
have to walk round the back
Circumnavigating
the complex
To
find a door we have to open
To
accommodate her own complex
Then
up sixteen flights of stairs
For
she doesn’t like the elevators
Nor
does she like travelators
And
she doesn’t do the escalators
Up
and up the stairs we go
No
wonder my heart rate is so high
No
wonder my pulse is racing
Why
must hospital reach up to the sky?
I’m
out of breath and tiring
Is
it any wonder I’m in a state?
Because
she’s a technophobe
I’m
a heart attack candidate