Mary had a little secret
She was a bit of a
lush
She was not white as
snow
But pure as the driven
slush
Mary had a little secret
She was a bit of a
lush
She was not white as
snow
But pure as the driven
slush
Are you wearing a Basque?
Is it a black one may
I ask
Do you have a matching
mask
And will you take me
to task
All I can do is stand and stare
At the strawberry
headed maiden fair
The girl with the
shinning blonde hair
Oh beautiful maiden
standing there
With tresses of
reddish-blonde hair
Please be the answer
to my prayer
I have had an idea
For a citizenship test
And based on the
success
Of this quest
The asylum application
Result should rest
The test would begin
With a long queue
That stretches away
Out of view
And that is all
That they’d have to do
Stand in a queue
Without knowing
The reason why
Or where it was going
And by this their
British-ness is
showing
But if they fail
If they break ranks
Then that’s it
They’ve drawn blanks
And it’s goodbye
And no thanks
My daughter wants to be a pilot
At first, I was a
little alarmed
But after I thought
about it
My apprehension calmed
And I laughed at my
foolishness
I felt silly, oh what
a lark
After all it’s not as
if
She will have to
parallel park
After a scrabble marathon,
Hundreds of games back
to back,
Tony Blair now feels
vindicated
He finally found WMD
in a rack
Somewhere across this land
In house’s gable ended
Some frisky young
frau’s
Are being table ended