Tim can see,
Jim Pansy,
Gym handy
Limb’s bandy
Tim can see,
Jim Pansy,
A chimpanzee
Tim can see,
Jim Pansy,
Gym handy
Limb’s bandy
Tim can see,
Jim Pansy,
A chimpanzee
Driving down country lanes
Top down, wind in my hair
The sun gracing the sky
The wind set fair
The smell of hay,
Freshly mowed
Beasts in the fields
Beyond hedgerows
Blue cloudless skies,
On a glorious summer’s day,
The only blot being
The cyclists in my way
Great poets, wordsmiths of yore
Prose and rhyme did
write
Of matters that went
before
Viewing them in poetic
light
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Of a fashionable eatery
When his food arrived
in its design contrived
He said, “What’s this
supposed to be?”
If you were a wheel of cheese
You would certainly be
mature
But face it you’re a
wrinkly
And no longer a force
of nature
Put downs work the best
For deflecting
unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the
tension
If he says to you
“Can I buy you a
drink, honey?”
Just reply to him
“I'd rather have the
money”.
It’s about time we realised
Discrimination is
futile
Between black and
white
Muslim, Jew and
gentile
The old and the young
The homeless and the
cherished
The left and the right
The perfect and the
blemished
Atheists and believers
The contented and the
whinger
Able bodied and
disabled
Brunette blonde and
ginger
The east and the west
From Asian Orientals
Continent against
continent
To European
Occidentals
The happy and the sad
The skinny and the stout
The stable and the mad
The in and the out
The north and the
south
The Oxbridge and the
common
The straight and the
gay
Man versus woman
At the end of the day
Nature will
discriminate
And will eliminate
Those perpetrators of
hate
The senseless bigots
And the world will be
rid
As nature will choose
Between the smart and
the stupid