Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
This internet bomb making site
Really is a load of
shite
Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
This internet bomb making site
Really is a load of
shite
Put downs work the best
For deflecting unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the tension
If he offers you champagne
And celebrates like a winner
Just say to him
Top super model Bimbette,
It has been disclosed
Has lost her crown
The model has been
deposed
I tried to win your heart
With every step and
stride
With my every waking
breath
My troth I fervently
plied
Wearing my heart on my
sleeve
I let my heart be my
guide
But “never in this
world”
You disdainfully
replied
You killed my love
With your callous
amouricide
And you left me broken
When you cast me aside
I gambled and failed
And there was no place
to hide
But I didn’t just try
and fail
Sadly, I tried and died
I saw a photo of a wheel of Stilton
In a glossy magazine
today
And I wondered as the
shutter clicked
What the photographer asked it to say
My grandson thinks me a wise man
While my wife thinks
otherwise
And my boss thinks I’m
a wise guy
Which I think is
contrariwise
You should not as a general rule
Engage in converse in
anyway
With one or more
retirees
On almost any given
day
Because they have
nothing
But time to fill their
day
Which they use in
short
To think of silly
things to say