Wiper’s swish
Expelling the rain
drops
Heater whirls
Expelling heat to
clear the mist
Headlights burn
Expelling darkness and
fear
It’s a dirty night
But the doggers will
be here
Wiper’s swish
Expelling the rain
drops
Heater whirls
Expelling heat to
clear the mist
Headlights burn
Expelling darkness and
fear
It’s a dirty night
But the doggers will
be here
There’s a new music fad or fashion
A genre of
Swedish/Australian fusion
They play Dancing
Queen and Waterloo
On the wobble board
and the didgeridoo
I don’t know if it
will catch on at all
They call the music
Abbariginal
Viagra may soon be available in liquid form,
And will assist the
flaccid when it’s done
By making it possible
for a man to perform
By literally pouring
himself a stiff one
With so many treatments for erectile dysfunction
In future there will
be a large octogenarian population
Of grandpas with
erections to answer grandma’s prayers
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”