If you put a tomato
On top of your
knickerbocker glory
Instead of a cherry
It counts as a salad; well, that’s my story
If you put a tomato
On top of your
knickerbocker glory
Instead of a cherry
It counts as a salad; well, that’s my story
My doctor was very unfair
He said that the
handle on my reclining chair
And my TV remote
control device
Are not sufficient
forms of exercise
There are two women
Calling at houses down
our street
Brow beating everyone
Of the poor
householders they meet
They extol the virtues
Of brown bread and its
effect on fitness
One in particular is
quite fierce
I’m sure that she is a
Hovis Witness
I used to be a Marathon man
A Marathon man was I
Then they renamed them
Snickers
The NHS has plans to save money
And there has been
opposition all right
But the
Gastroenterologists
Don’t have the stomach
for a fight
You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is
essential
To build it up very
gradually
So, for the first week
I am watching sport on
TV
Rain, rain go away,
You’re ruining my holiday
I wait all year to come
away
Rain, rain, go to
Spain,
Don’t come back to
Wales again