Steve Jobs has gone to glory,
He’s joined Bob Hope and Johnny Cash.
Now the familiar story is
No Jobs, no Hope and no Cash.
Steve Jobs has gone to glory,
He’s joined Bob Hope and Johnny Cash.
Now the familiar story is
No Jobs, no Hope and no Cash.
My 50th was approaching
A milestone for us
males
I’d dropped loads of
hints
Because hinting never
fails
“I want something new
and shiny,
And for further
details,
Go from 0 to 150
And all that that
entails”
Well, she went and
bought me
A new set of bathroom
scales
The police, investigating a series of horrific murders
Appear to be out
manoeuvred at every turn
All the victims were
stabbed with knitting needles
Are the only details
they’ve been able to discern
But even with such disappointing
progress
They believe the killer maybe following a pattern
Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And gave her mother
forty whacks,
And her defence in
court would be
She was suffering from
PMT
Are you wearing big knickers?
Those good old-fashioned
drawers
That cover everything
that matters
But are still the
source of phwors
Rotund young women as round as they’re tall
Frumpy old maids with
no dress sense at all
Middle aged women who
think it’s still spring
These are a few of my
least favourite things
The merits of ferrets
Are the traits he
inherits
For hunting the rabbit
In the place they
inhabit