After thirty years of marriage
To celebrate our
anniversary
My wife and I
Went back once again
To our honeymoon hotel
And this time it was I
Who chose to sit alone
In the bathroom
And cry
After thirty years of marriage
To celebrate our
anniversary
My wife and I
Went back once again
To our honeymoon hotel
And this time it was I
Who chose to sit alone
In the bathroom
And cry
Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was black
as night
And in the winter snow
It stood out against
the white
Are you wearing silk?
Against your luscious
skin
Beneath that pretty
dress
Are you dressed for
sin?
Garments of sensual
silk
How I crave to be
within
British lads abroad
On the pull
Like what they see
With undiscerning eye
Out to play
Looking for an easy
lay
On another 18-30 holiday
British manhood
Out on the Razz
Have no conscience
Or boundaries
When endowed
With the beer goggles
They have no
preferences
If you shaved a pig
And put it in a dress
With white stilettos
Someone would take it
home
Given a late enough
hour
And sufficient beer
The necessity to shave
the pig
Would be
redundant
I love Pooh bear
And Paddington bear
I love my panda bear
And my teddy Bear
But most of all I must
declare
I love my honey bare
I lost my job today, I was sacked
My boss finally drove
me to the brink
So, I said “Shhh, just
listen to the sound
Of nobody caring what
you think”