There is a Ginger girl I see
Whom I see
professionally
In a strictly sexual
capacity
She is a lady of the
night
A tart or a hooker,
called Delight
Ok she’s a prostitute,
alright?
But I call my sweet
little ho
The dirty Ginger girl
I know
My Orange pay as you
go
For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a horseshoe nail oh what tosh.
Ill equipped and poorly lead is why they lost
The gulf is evident
Between man and
president
The gulf is clear
Between success and
failure
The gulf is a disaster
For president Obama
Monday’s girl
Blessed with beauty’s
kiss
So fair of face
Do swains’ heartbeats
miss?
As suitors court
For her hand in wedded
bliss
Put downs work the best
For deflecting unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the tension
“What would it take” he might say
“For you to go out
with me?”
Just reply “a few
years off your age,
I would suggest
twenty”
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He’s been replaced by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
