Wisdom comes with age
Is a saying that is sage
What isn’t always known
Age sometimes comes alone
Wisdom comes with age
Is a saying that is sage
What isn’t always known
Age sometimes comes alone
The experts tell us,
Which makes me a little uneasy
We are what we eat
So, I’m fast cheap and easy
Bimbette was a model
And was not very bright
And she went shopping
After work one night
She bought herself a scarf
Which was garish and bright
But she had to take it back
Because it was too tight
For Thomas Barnstone, there is something about a Cellist that really turns him on, a female Cellist obviously, in a low cut evening dress of emerald green velvet, with the great polished instrument between her long black clad legs.
He particularly likes the way the musicians long brunette hair dances across
her naked shoulders and brushes her alabaster skin in frantic rhythm to her
playing as she delivers her perfectly practised rendition to a largely
disinterested audience while sitting in the lavish surroundings of a grand Hotel
lobby.
So Cellists really turn Thomas on, especially when it was the pale willowy
figure of a girl called Deidre, purposefully thrashing out a piece by Elgar or
perhaps playing some uplifting Vivaldi, maybe even some mesmeric Schubert or
God forbid some music to slash your wrists by courtesy of Mahler or Wagner, in
truth the music itself really was unimportant, and strictly speaking it’s isn’t
even Cellists that turn him on but there was something about Deidre that definitely
does when she plays the Cello.
We went to a fancy-dress party
I was a wizard, and
she was a witch
But I knew it was time
to leave
When she tapped her
witch watch
Are you wearing Halloween stockings?
Beneath your long black coat
Are you suitably resplendent?
Will you really float my boat?
Are they risqué and shocking?
Will they easily get my vote?
It could mean a happy Halloween
For a certain horny old goat
My little niece goes to Hogwarts
She’s a witch and
she’s excelling
But of all the
subjects she takes
Her favourite one is
spelling