Do I care she’s not a perfect 10?
I’m really not that
fickle
To be honest any bit
of fluff
Gives me a trouser
tickle
Do I care she’s not a perfect 10?
I’m really not that
fickle
To be honest any bit
of fluff
Gives me a trouser
tickle
I think that down below you are bare
You have nothing on
down there
There are things
you’re not wearing
And I think you’re
incredibly daring
But should the
temperature turn ill
And you feel in danger
of a chill
Fear not for I will
execute my plans
And rescue you with my
warm hands
Oh, what calamity did befall?
What an embarrassment
for us all
We over imbibed on Saturday
night
And awoke on Sunday
none too bright
On the porch the paper
lay unread
We couldn’t face it
and went back to bed
So next morning which
was Monday
We found the paper and
thought it was Sunday
So, we had a relaxing
fun day
Not realising it was
really Monday
On Tuesday when I
returned to work
I really felt a proper
berk
My boss had a true-blue
fit
And saw no humour at
all in it
And verbally assailed
me with his rancour
Then he called me a
total fool
Some like a girl
Blessed with a certain
glamour
Some like a girl
Who uses proper
grammar
Some just want one
That bangs like a
hammer
You are a woman
Who attracts and enamours
You may not mean to
But still every man
clamours
For the opportunity
To get in your jammers
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do!
Sadly this case is not an exception
If only her daughters
had used contraception
Dreams are an odd part of life
Last night my
considerate wife
Woke me from my slumber
to declare
“It was so bloody unfair”
I said “what on earth
is wrong?
“What’s unfair, what’s
going on?
“The life of a sports
journalist”
She replied and she
wasn’t even pissed