Here is a statistic
That is a bit crappy
Only one in seven
dwarves
Are actually happy
Here is a statistic
That is a bit crappy
Only one in seven
dwarves
Are actually happy
I went to my bank yesterday
As I went to work,
it’s on my way
I said to the cashier
Miss Valance
“Hello, can you check
my balance”
She replied “yes
certainly Mr. Dover”
Then walked round and
pushed me over
I’m moving from Busan to Seoul
But my family don’t
approve
But I start a new job
in Seoul next week
The stress of being a teenager
Do you remember?
Especially the instant
arousals
Of the little member
The slightest thought
Of a sexual nature
Instantly breathed
life
Into your little creature
Your heart starts
pumping
And the blood surges
To feed the beast
On sexual urges
All of which
Was fine and dandy
Providing of course
you had
Your girlfriend handy
Or some privacy
Then there was no
issue
Providing of course
you had
A supply of tissue
Not so helpful
If you’re out walking
Or with your granny
Sat small talking
In any place
That you couldn’t
touch
That I’m afraid
I didn’t like much
Like on the bus
Or on the train
When a girl gets on
And oh no not again
I fight for my life
In the icy water
But fatigue overcomes
me
And I succumb
To the welcoming
waters
And as I slip beneath
the waves
My life replays before
me
Like an old home movie
And I think to my self
As my life ebbs away
Damn that was boring
My wife was tragically overcome
By a very unsavoury
hum
To which she did
succumb
As a result of the
deadly aroma
My wife of ten years,
Oma
Now lies prone in a
coma
But the main reason
I’m so glum
Is that the offending
noxious hum
Actually emanated from
my bum
So, my dear wife alas
and alack
Now lays motionless on
her back
Because of her husband’s
gas attack
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Eating his Christmas pie
He stuck in his thumb
After scratching his bum
Then offered to share his pie.