Pretty little Mary
Lives on the prairie
And works in the dairy
Her routine doesn’t
vary
Pretty little Mary
Skips like a fairy
Sings like a canary
But is cautiously wary
Pretty little Mary
Is on the contrary
Really rather hairy
And a little bit scary
Pretty little Mary
Lives on the prairie
And works in the dairy
Her routine doesn’t
vary
Pretty little Mary
Skips like a fairy
Sings like a canary
But is cautiously wary
Pretty little Mary
Is on the contrary
Really rather hairy
And a little bit scary
Are you wearing a body stocking?
Something chic, sheer
and shocking
Sexy all in one and
figure hugger
I bet your bum still
looks like a mugger
A young lady I met in the street
Asked of me “Sir, do
you tweet”?
I answered, “No, of
course not
But I have to say I do
trump a lot.”
At my age I can safely say
I do not need more
gizmo’s
Labour saving thingamajigs
And gadgetry
so-and-sos
The garage
door opener
And the TV remote
With those two things
I can just about cope
And I sometimes find
Though they are useful
I get them mixed up
To be quite truthful
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