When three out of four engines
Catastrophically fail
during flight
You will still have
enough power
To get you safely to
the crash site
When three out of four engines
Catastrophically fail
during flight
You will still have
enough power
To get you safely to
the crash site
My head is completely devoid
Of hair of any shade
or hue
So, when asked for
hair colour
On official forms,
what do I do?
The simplest pleasures in life
Requiring no payment
or fee
But give the most
satisfaction
In spite of their
simplicity
Like the unparalleled
relief
You get from taking a
pee
I got the tell-tale sign
As I was stood in
crowd
And I knew its
containment
Would not be aloud
So, what should I do?
Release a silent
gaseous cloud
And slowly move away
Or just let rip long
and loud
A fart of which
Le Pétomane would be
proud
You feel the gripey twinge
Your tummy starts to
grown
It always happens in
the lift
When you’re not alone
You know it won’t be
held
You just hope there is
time
To get off the lift
Before you commit the
crime
And just when you
think
You can’t hold it
anymore
The lift comes to a
stop
Though it’s not your
floor
But you decide to get
off
As you can’t hold it
anymore
And release a quiet
fart
As you step through
the door
You sigh with relief
You made it just in
time
And then the doors close
On the scene of the
crime
And even though
You’re on the wrong
floor
You know your smelly
fart
Is the other side of
the door
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