I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every
one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Dirty Gerty
And Randy Mandy
Stern Fern
And Bandy Sandie
I love Bored Maud
And Doughy Zoë
Glam Sam
And Showy Chloe
I love Choice Joyce
And Petty Lettie
Frigid Ingrid
And Sweaty Betty
I love Intense Hortense
And Hot Dot
Any one of them
Will hit the spot
How do you make a fruit cup?
I know this, I won’t
look it up
To get him to cup them
Just tell him that you
love him
I bought some new Aftershave,
You should try it
It smells of sunflower
seeds
The birds really love
it
Diplomats have the ability
To do their job so
well
That they can tell
you,
To your face, to go to
hell
In a way that not
only,
Does not offend you
But becomes something
You are looking
forward to
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
