Gillian finished her first week at school
And had a very unhappy
look on her face
She said to her mum
who was showing concern
“I’m just wasting my
time at that place”
Mum asked her “why
ever do you think that?”
Then Gillian exploded
in an angry squawk
“Well mother I can't read,
and I can't write,
My friend has got a new girlfriend
And he’s sleeping with
her and her twin
I asked how he could
tell them apart
He said her brother
has stubble on his chin
Hickory, dickory, dock
Some mice ran up the clock
The clock struck one,
When the pendulum swung
Hickory, dickory, dock
Hickory, dickory, dock
The mice looked on in shock
Seeing the stricken
one
Fall all the way to
the ground
Saturday’s girl
Thinks only of work
No time to live
No appetite to shirk
Work is her life
Her own personal
heaven
Seven days a week
Twenty-four seven
But when she looks
back
At the end of her days
Will she regret?
Her workaholic ways
Pubs and clubs he scours
In the wee small hours
To use his seductive
powers
On the maidens he
devours
Then in the early
hours
The maidens he
deflowers
Are left like wilting
flowers
He then returns to
gothic towers
Where he then showers
I have discovered a great way
To get wrinkle free
skin
I just eat as much as
I want
And the fat fills them
in
I sit at home alone
Waiting by the
telephone
Hoping to hear her
tender tone
But all the time I
knew
It was fruitless to
pursue
The fickle heart of
Sue
I’ll spend no more
nights alone
Waiting for Sue to
phone
I’m better off on my
own
So let me warn you
about sue
Before she gets her
hooks in you
Her love is definitely
untrue
For as soon as you’re
apart
The infidelity will
start
For she has a cheating
heart
