Jo the trumpet
The musical strumpet
She was crumpet
But her lips were hard
and dry
Jo with the deep voice
Oh how I rejoice
She was so very choice
With no Adams apple
I’m pleased To say
Jo with the flat chest
Had nothing inside her
vest
But I was still
blessed
For she had other
attributes
Jo with the all over
tan
Jo Jo the can can
The perfect gift for
man
Had a beautiful white
toothed smile
Jo the pretty faced
With the narrow waist
Was to everyone’s
taste
Even the other Jo’s
Jimmy was in his seventies
And took himself a
young wife
His biggest concern
was fatherhood
At his time of life
“What birth control
would you suggest?
Which would be best
for me?”
He asked his doctor,
who replied
“I think in your case,
nudity”
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
