A rather tall, elegant woman
Entered the room
And made a quick
appraisal
Of those in her
presence
The look she gave my
way
Needed no vocalization
She had no need to say
“ugh”
The look made
redundant
Any need of an
exclamation of disgust
The haughty expression
And the inclination of
her head,
The involuntary sneer
Spoke volumes as to
her disposition
Which was fine by me
Because I liked the
look of her mate
She strutted down the catwalk
In an outfit to make
the critics talk
It was called simply
“Iridescence”
And had a lustrous,
brilliant appearance
Her outfit was called
the wonder of the age
I think I’d prefer
something in beige
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
