I don’t have a favourite;
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love square Clair
And plane Jayne
Prettier Leticia
And vane Lorraine
I love Slinky Pinky
And Bipolar Lola
Jammy Sami
And Tequila Sheila
I love Thirsty Kirstie
And Cabana Lana
Caffeine Kristine
And Marijuana Adriana
I love never fail
Abigail
One of many Penny
Can’t fool her
Tallulah
And spend a penny
Jenny
The NHS has plans to save money
Which ENT consultants
won’t follow
They won’t hear of
budget cuts
They think the plans
quite shallow
Which have got up their
noses
And they find them
hard to swallow
You must have an exercise regime
My doctor advised me
But he said it is
essential
To build it up very
gradually
But by the third week
It started to get hard
As that’s when I
started trying
To put on the leotard
I’m overweight I know
But it’s not my fault
though
It’s because of the
surgeries
Replacing my hips and
knees
It’s the fridge magnets
you see
They keep attracting
me
It is possible to have
Too much of a good
thing
I feel I should say,
though
I’m not sure where to
begin
It involves the colour
orange
i.e. too much fake
tanning
So, unless it’s
Halloween
Please don’t look like
a pumpkin
A big tattooed hairy biker
Noticed as he was
riding by
A girl stood on the
ledge,
Of a bridge way up
high.
The biker stopped his
bike
And asked the girl why
She was stood on the
ledge
“I’m going to jump”
was her reply
He shook his head in disbelief
That she would want to
die
So, he made her a
proposition
Before you commit
suicide
Give me a kiss, pretty
miss
Give me a kiss as your
goodbye
The little miss agreed
to the kiss
A kiss to be
remembered by
So, the biker and the
pretty miss
Engaged in a kiss of
goodbye
An embrace of
passionate fire
That seemed to lift
them up high
When it was over, and
they parted
The biker said “my oh
my oh my
That was the best kiss
I ever had
And you want to commit
suicide why?
You can kiss so well,
what a waste
Tell me why, do you
want to die?”
“That’s easy, my
parents don’t like me
Dressing as a girl,”
she replied
All the presidents’ men
Were all of a fluster
When Gerry Mander
Met Phil Lee-Buster
