I went to the ice cream parlour
At one of our seaside
resorts
And I wanted an ice
cream
But, well, there were
allsorts
“Knickerbocker glory
sir?”
The ice cream man’s
retorts
“Yes, I do enjoy a
certain amount
Of freedom in these
shorts”
I went to the ice cream parlour
At one of our seaside
resorts
And I wanted an ice
cream
But, well, there were
allsorts
“Knickerbocker glory
sir?”
The ice cream man’s
retorts
“Yes, I do enjoy a
certain amount
Of freedom in these
shorts”
If you have begun to tire
Of being the object of
men’s desire
Not of being
attractive per se
But of being hit on
every day
But short of becoming
reclusive
Which is of course not
conducive
There is little to do
but improvise
And swat the insects
like they are flies
I certainly don’t want to be murdered
So, I find myself
rather fascinated
Exactly how important
do you need to be?
Not to be murdered but
to be assassinated
When I die
And I ascend
How long, from
My untimely end
How much time
Must I spend?
What part of eternity
Must I extend?
Wearing the outfit
I wore at the end
Hark, hark my dogs do bark
All day walking round the town
My plates of meat, my
aching feet
I just want a nice sit
down
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Neater Rita
And Nosy Rosie
Beggy Peggy
And Dozy Posy
I love Tatty Patty
And Singular Ingela
Tipsy Bitzi
And Glandular Angela
I love Naïve Neve
And Teaser Louisa
Taller Paula
And “Was a Geezer” Lisa
How do you make a fruit punch?
Well, I have a little
hunch
But I am my no means
certain
But just criticize his
curtains