All work and no play
Makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play
Makes a life without
joy
Don’t live to work
Take time for leisure
You should work to
live
Life should be a
pleasure
You don’t have to work
Every hour that God
sends
Spend precious time
With family and
friends
Don’t work all the
time Jack
Get this into your
head
You’re only alive for
a short time
But you’re a long time
dead
I miss Wake Up to Wogan
I miss the old
camuggian
Wogan was the class,
but alas
He’s been replaced by
the brash
How did Chris Evans
get the job?
That I can only
surmise
But it’s like the
Krankies
Replacing Morecambe
and Wise
People of a certain age
With skin like tired
elastic
Go to see a surgeon
And are quite
enthusiastic
Though the procedures
Seem a little drastic
The surgeon promises
They will look
fantastic
In reality however
they just
Tighten the tired
elastic
But the patient is
satisfied
And pay the bill on
plastic
I was one of the baby boomers
And we were raised
differently
The subsequent
generations
Have developed much
more selfishly
They are the falsetto
generations
Because they always go
me me me
No frills airlines will get your money
My fair means or by
foul
This may mean them
charging you
If you need a paper
towel
Or if decompression
occurs
And the oxygen mask is
hanging there
You will have to put a
pound coin in
Before it dispenses
any air
Black spot-on roses and fingerless mittens
Green stinging nettles
and flea ridden kittens
All creepy crawlies
and insects with wings
These are a few of my
un-favourite things
When my back aches
When my head spins
When I’m fighting mad
I just remember my
un-favourite things,
And then I feel twice as bad.
Girls in tight
trousers too small for their arses
People pretending that
they don’t wear glasses
Long bitter winters
and damp dismal springs
These are a few of my
un-favourite things
When my back aches
When my head spins
When I’m fighting mad
I just remember my
un-favourite things,
And then I feel twice as bad.
People who talk while
I’m watching the telly
Women who show off too
much of their bellies
Anyone who whistles
and tunelessly sings
These are a few of my
un-favorite things
When my back aches
When my head spins
When I’m fighting mad
I just remember my
un-favourite things,
And then I feel twice as bad.
Ring-a-Ring o'Rosies
A Pocket full of Posies
“Pig flu! Pig flu!”
We all take a sickie!
