She said “What happened to you?
“You’ve been in the
wars a bit”
“I accidentally cut my
finger off” he told her
She asked, “The whole finger,
was it?”
“No as a matter of
fact” he replied
“It was the one next
to it”
She said “What happened to you?
“You’ve been in the
wars a bit”
“I accidentally cut my
finger off” he told her
She asked, “The whole finger,
was it?”
“No as a matter of
fact” he replied
“It was the one next
to it”
Hush a bye baby, on the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle, and all.
But don’t worry it’ll
be ok, if you live in Haringey
Are you wearing pop socks?
The thought of it
really rankles
Those little black
stocking socks
Cutting into your
chubby ankles
Not a foreign invader
But an alien being
Inside me
Living, breathing
Growing stronger
Day by day
While I weakened
And in its strength
Is the knowledge
That it will not
survive me
Cannot outlive me
Yet it is content
To kill me
Knowing it will end
itself
“Ok my little sex poodle
Get up those stairs
right now
Quickly get up those
stairs
You horny little cow”
“Oh, you sweet talker
You have the gift and
how
I’m your spanky sex
poodle
I’m your willing
little frau”
“No, I mean it get
upstairs
You don’t have to
kowtow
Just get upstairs
without delay
The match is starting
now”
Joe offered Mabel a drink and said
“You remind me of my
little toe”
She giggled a bit and
replied
“Because I’m small and
cute Joe?”
She giggled again and
he laughed
Then he replied “No it’s
not that Mabel
It’s because I’ll
probably end up
Banging you on the
coffee table”
The thing about mange-tout
That I want to say to
you
Is when all said and
done
I could never eat a whole one