What sacks should I use?
In the garden?
Should I use plastic?
Or maybe Hessian?
I’m not sure I care
To be quite factual
I suppose it’s because
I am bi-sacksual
What sacks should I use?
In the garden?
Should I use plastic?
Or maybe Hessian?
I’m not sure I care
To be quite factual
I suppose it’s because
I am bi-sacksual
I am definitely ready to say it
I hope she is ready to
hear it
How will she take it,
who knows?
I take a deep breath
and here goes
I stutter and I stammer
thru
She said “I know and I
love you too
You are so cute and fit
But you don’t seem up
for it
Is there a reason you
won’t play
Do you swing the other
way?
Are you playing hard
to get
Or haven’t met the
“one” yet
It will take more than
charmers
To get into your
pyjama’s
Because I think for a
start
They must get into
your heart
Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was launched the tills began to sing,
It seems that McDonalds will fob you off with anything
Dreams are really very odd
Last night my wife sat
up and said
“Tell Lionel to stop
It’s really hurting my
head”
I enquired politely
What the hell she was
on about
“Lionel Blair is in
the wardrobe
Get the tosser out”
Now considering the
early hour
I had the patience of
Job
And softly said “Why
would he
Be in our wardrobe”?
A fare question, I
thought
She just gave me a frown
“Tap dancing you
idiot”
And then she lay back
down
It seems to me that a man in his middle years
Is rendered more
attractive, almost immediately,
To the opposite sex,
if found to be wealthy
And/or he is a well-known
TV celebrity
Are you wearing a bra?
It doesn’t look as if
you are
I think underneath
your shirt
Your breasts are free
and pert
And clearly if they
are
Then you don’t need to
wear a bra