PURE BLISS

 

Skin as pure

As fresh drawn milk

And to the touch

Velvet, satin and silk

No blemish

But for natures kiss

A beauty

Made for sensual bliss

21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 84

 

There was an old lady who swallowed a fly

I don't know why she swallowed a fly - perhaps she'll die!

Well she will if we don’t get rid of this useless bloody government

SEXUAL PREFERENCES # 19

 

I do have a favourite;

I like them with a similar name

Basically I have a bad memory

So the names should sound the same

 

Like Rosita, Lolita

Sita, Rita or Nikita

Anita, Margarita

Benita, Nita or Greta

VEGETUS # 2

 

Have you ever eaten vegetarian?

Have you done that; do you reckon?

Well, no I haven’t, but I’d like to

Tell me do they taste like chick’n

MANNOGRAM

 

A mannogram is a new test

And is the most effective way

Of detecting if a man has a heart

So, get yours checked out today

THE NIGHT OUT

 

I’d been to some bars

And drunk a few jars

And while I was there

I became the worse for wear

When my double vision

Started causing derision

And tired of the scoff

I took myself off

To be greeted at home

By a malevolent gnome

The bane of my life

My diminutive wife

But when I was drunk

I wasn’t afraid of the skunk

Her anger I would dismiss

And bring her round with a kiss

But my advance was declined

Which I thought was unkind

I thought I would rise above

Her rejection of my love

But despite my attempt

To show her contempt

She still wouldn’t let me in

I thought it may be the Gin

So, I used reasoning

Without any seasoning

But what I said to her

Just came out as a slur

Then she angrily said

“Go and sleep in the shed”

TOP OF THE LINE

 

Toward little ones I incline

Your little breasts are fine

As sweet as cherry wine

Your threepennys are klein

 

Toward little ones I incline

Small by natures design

Beautiful when you’re supine

For your little breasts I pine

 

Toward little ones I incline

Disappearing when you recline

Your nakedness I love to entwine

And your little breasts are mine

 

Toward little ones I incline

The scientists want to refine

I like them little, bottom line

They are the top of the line