Sitting the final exam
Was quite frankly,
fruitless
Trying to write with
A broken pencil is
pointless
Sitting the final exam
Was quite frankly,
fruitless
Trying to write with
A broken pencil is
pointless
When fish are in schools
Their behaviour is
sedate
Except of course for
the days
When they take debate
It's raining; it's pouring.
The old man is
snoring.
We should have changed
but instead,
We didn’t and we’ll
all be dead by morning
Are you wearing a girdle?
That’s a problem Mrs
Spurdle,
Not an insurmountable
hurdle
But due to the
snugness of the fit
Prising all of you,
out of, all of it
Might slow me down a
bit
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one working
at the Vatican
He doesn’t really
communicate
And it scares a lot of
the devout
When it says Excommunicate,
Excommunicate
I look back in sober reflection
Dwelling in conceit of
my perfections
Glossing over my imperfections
But over all I look
back with affection
The special theory of relativity
So, I was led to
believe
Meant if you went with
a 2nd cousin
She could safely
conceive