My brother is dyslexic,
Which is a bit of a
trial
And I also think he’s
gay
But he’s still in
Daniel
My brother is dyslexic,
Which is a bit of a
trial
And I also think he’s
gay
But he’s still in
Daniel
In France, they don’t call it a pothole
Instead, they call it
a hen’s nest
It sounds much nicer,
doesn’t it?
But for drivers,
they’re still a pest
People speed
For many reasons
Some are disorganised,
Some are late,
Some are impatient,
Some have no sense of
direction,
For some it’s an
emergency
That fuels their
urgency
But for me, as a
retiree
I have to drive fast
To get there before I
forget
Where it is I’m going
Young at heart
Well, that’s a start
You’re only as old as
you feel
Isn’t that the deal?
Well in my heart I
feel young
But when all said and
done
Being young at heart,
let’s face it
Still means you’re
older in other places
Horsey, horsey don't you stop
Just let your feet go clippetty clop
Make the whip swish
close up the ground
Win the race or your
dog food bound
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Grim Kim
And Moanie Toni
Henpecky Becky
And Naggy Maggie
I love Bella Stella
And Indie Lindy
Funny Honey
And Windy Cindy
I love Tarty Marti
And Burley Shirley
The Felon Helen
And that twirly girlie
I love Flabby Gabby
And Escapee Lee
Chardonnay Kay
And Meat free Fi
I love Prudy Judy
And Racy Macy
Pristine Christine
And Straight Lacy Tracy
Whenever my wife fills in a form for me
And it asks who to
notify in an emergency
She always writes down
her name, what for?
I don’t want her
called, she’s not a doctor