72 Miles From The Sea

Saturday, 7 August 2021

I don’t like sitting

In traffic, because I get

Run over, always

Looking at my aunties face

Is like reading in the Lamborghini

It’s all right for a few minutes,

Then you start to feel queasy

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry

But that was in the nineteen seventies

And now interests Operation Yewtree

The Insurance man went

To a funeral in Glasgow

Simply because he had

Never seen a Scottish widow

Eventually you will reach a point,

And I’m there I must admit,

Where I’ve stopped lying about my age

And started bragging about it

Breaking News is coming in

About a tragedy, I’m being told

It’s at an origami competition

More to follow as it unfolds

Chewbacca is dead

But he did not die in vain

His pelt made a great tent

To keep out the rain