There is a natural law of perversity
You cannot no matter the necessity
Determine in anyway successfully
Beforehand or ahead
Which side of the bread
To be buttered or spread
There is a natural law of perversity
You cannot no matter the necessity
Determine in anyway successfully
Beforehand or ahead
Which side of the bread
To be buttered or spread
I have some information to impart
Why it is that men
snore
When they lie on their
backs
Is the time they do it
more
It’s a simple case of
physics
Because their dangly
bits of genitalia
Hang down to block
their anal orifice
Which in turn causes
apnea
You are simply the bee’s knees
The cat’s whiskers to
a tee
And I couldn’t feel
more lucky
If I’d won, the
national lottery
So, I amble about the
place
A smug expression on
my face
Like a cat that got
the cream
As you’ve made my life
a dream
And you are my little
sex kitten
And I am yours,
totally smitten
In the dim and distant past
When I was young and
free
Going about running
and skipping
And we’d all go
“skinny dipping”
Now the years have
rushed past
And have taken their
toll
I hobble, shuffling
and clunking
And in the pool, I go
“chunky dunking”
They’ve taken all the fun away
It’s prohibited from
the school day
Thanks to the
politically correct crusade
And the health and
safety brigade
There can be no
unacceptable names
Or boisterous
competitive games
Now playing in the
snow and ice
You must play games
safe and nice
The nanny state has
declared
That the nation’s
children must be spared
But when I was a child,
we did alright
And we did survive an
occasional fight
But we had more
freedom in my view
We could choose what
things to do
You didn’t have to
climb in trees
Or pick the scabs off
wounded knees
You didn’t have to
play kiss chase
Or catch a snowball in
the face
You didn’t have to
make a slide in the snow
If you didn’t want to
you could say no
Conkers was not a
compulsory game
You didn’t have to
call girls names
You could roll in the
grass again and again
Or jump in puddles
after heavy rain
You didn’t have to
skip with girls
Or run with grass seed
in your curls
If you didn’t want to
there was no need
You could sit alone
and quietly and read
But if you chose to
you could do it
And after all we were
young and fit
It's raining, it's pouring;
Politicians are snoring.
They had their chance
To save the world
Now we’re screwed by global warming
In class one day a boy named Benny
Needed to go to the
toilet suddenly
So, he called out
loudly to Miss
“Please I really need
to take a piss”
The teacher said “No
you must wait”
“The correct word to
use is urinate”
If you use “urinate”
in a sentence correctly
I will allow you to go
to the lavatory
And so thought the boy
called Benny
Desperate now to spend
a penny
“You're an eight miss” says young Ben
“But if you had bigger
tits, you'd be a TEN!”