The shepherd lad called shep,
Though that was a
Sobriquet,
Watched over his
ragged flock
As he sat playing his flageolet
So enchanting was the melody
Played on his small
fipple flute
It mesmerised the
watching wolf
Making him easier to
shoot
The shepherd lad called shep,
Though that was a
Sobriquet,
Watched over his
ragged flock
As he sat playing his flageolet
So enchanting was the melody
Played on his small
fipple flute
It mesmerised the
watching wolf
Making him easier to
shoot
I pee every morning at 6 am.
Like the proverbial
racehorse
And I evacuate my
bowels
30 minutes later in
force
Which would be perfect
If by then I was awake
of course
“Doctor please help me?
I have a ringing in my
ears"
He replied “if they
ask for me
Tell them I’m not
here”
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