Twinkle, twinkle little star
Are the services very
far?
Oh I really hope they
are
Or I will Tinkle,
Tinkle in the car
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Are the services very
far?
Oh I really hope they
are
Or I will Tinkle,
Tinkle in the car
America doesn’t need to invade
To find oil anymore
Because in an ironic
twist of fate
Oil is invading their
shore
Wednesday’s girl
So full of woe
How does fickle love
Mistreat you so
Sad Wednesday girl
Left with red eyes
By unfaithful love
For whom she cries
Oh Wednesday girl
Weeping for her lover
Don’t waste your tears
You will find another
Plastic surgeons think themselves Gods
As they try to turn
back the clock
I think plastic
surgery is nonsense
Trying to hold back
the ravages of time
By nipping and tucking
And implanting and
enhancing
It is an exercise in
futility
People who have face
lifts
Don’t look younger
Just permanently
surprised
The medical profession
By trying to preserve
aging flesh
Is approaching the
problem
From the wrong
direction
Would it not be
better?
To transplant the
brain
Of a mature man or
woman
Into the body of a
vacuous teenager
Then you could have
fabulous sex
Followed by great
conversation
Great fun games for the English summer
They don’t have to be
expensive
Play new swear word
Scrabble
It’s a simple game not
for the pensive
All words must be in
common usage
And should be
genuinely offensive
Apparently, Nigeria is now polo free
So that’s deserves
congratulations
But to be honest I
didn’t think
They were one of the
equestrian nations
Oh to awake at dawn
Awaking with the horn
To sport a morning
glory
Was highly satisfactory
A magnificent early
riser
With which to surprise
her
But alas that was in
my youth
And to tell the honest
truth
Now my poor dormant
muscle
Can barely raise a chuckle