In the seventies
I had all the albums
Of the Rolling Stones
Now I’m in my seventies
I have all the symptoms
Of Kidney stones
In the seventies
I had all the albums
Of the Rolling Stones
Now I’m in my seventies
I have all the symptoms
Of Kidney stones
In the seventies
Seeds and stems
Were for chilling out
Now I’m in my seventies
Seeds and stems
Are roughage
We stood on a busy London street
One bright warm summer day
When a girl in a skimpy top
And very short skirt came our way
The girl was walking towards us
And she caused every head to turn
Men and women, young and old
Mens jaws dropped and women looked stern
She was quite an attractive girl
Not a stunner or a movie star
But not worthy of all the attention
She was just a little above par
The reason soon became apparent
As we noticed when she passed
Her skirt hem was tucked in the waste band
And she was completely bare arsed
In 2008
The next James Bond movie theme
Is to be performed
By Amy Winehouse it would seem
I heard her described
As Shirley Bassey with tattoos
Perhaps more accurately she’s
A tatty Shirley Bassey in my view
What is the difference
Between purple and pink?
That’s a good question
But it’s the grip I think
How do you spot a blind man?
In a nudist colony
Do you suppose it’s difficult?
Well it’s not hard actually
It was in a caravan in Sharpinghead one long hot
summer that Paul and Mara lay safe in the darkness as modesty abates and their
inhibitions melt away into the night.
Soft lip touches lip as hot mouths engage and inquisitive tongues employ and
passion grows.
Eager trembling hands explore eager young flesh in clumsy groping as they cling
together beneath the covers.
Writhing in unison, moaning, panting, gasping, the language of lust spoken
fluently in licentious converse until the immodest cacophony peaks to imminent
crescendo with uncontrollable desire, and the throb and ache of want for that
final urgent coupling as they feed in their gluttonous sweaty consumption as
they attain their base and primitive satisfaction.