I like the full English
When it comes to
breakfast
Something substantial
For a satisfaction
that will last
None of that
continental rubbish
All foreign and nasty
And what’s the deal
with a croissant
It’s nothing but an
empty pasty
I like the full English
When it comes to
breakfast
Something substantial
For a satisfaction
that will last
None of that
continental rubbish
All foreign and nasty
And what’s the deal
with a croissant
It’s nothing but an
empty pasty
Bimbette was out for a stroll by the river
And was enjoying the
walk in the countryside
When she saw Peaches
on the opposite bank
“Hi Peachy how do I
get to the other side?”
Peaches looked at her
with a puzzled expression
“You’re already there
silly” she replied
A young woman had a panic attack
A side effect of
British Railways
My wife and I went to
her aid
But I struggled to
avert my gaze
From her heaving
chesticles
“Big breaths” my wife
instructed her
I was still staring at
her puppies, and said
“No, but beautifully
pert would-be fare”
Doctor Foster
Went to Gloucester
On a railway train
But he got in a muddle
And got off at Bristol
And said “Oh shit not
again”
Put downs work the best
For deflecting
unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the
tension
If he should say to
you
“I could do things to
you that you wouldn’t believe”
Simply reply to him
“Really? If I throw a
stick, will you leave?'
To surprise her husband and add some spice
She dressed in tight
black leather Basque
Six-inch stilettos
heels, black stockings
Black garter belt and
a leather mask
When he walked through
the door he said
“Oi Batman what’s for dinner may I ask”?
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The third was,
The divine Erato,
Desired and lovely,
Was the muse of the
lyric poets
A golden arrow in her
hand
Muse of love verse
And of Erotic poetry
Erato the muse who
charms the sight
And inspires love in
everybody