Working in a sweat shop
Is, dawn to dusk,
sew-sew
Conditions are
appalling
And never thought
so-so
Working in a sweat shop
Is, dawn to dusk,
sew-sew
Conditions are
appalling
And never thought
so-so
I don’t go on Twitter
To follow celebrity
chatter
I find them
contemptible
They should rename it
Twatter
My mum never touches strong drink
Which is her defensive
buffering
Though not on
religious grounds
Mum should be a parole officer
Because in her defence
With her around
No one finishes a
sentence
I went into an
electrical shop
And could find no one
to assist
I got angrier and
angrier
Until finally I
couldn’t resist
“Can someone sell me a
toaster”
I shouted in a
frustrated tiz
A female assistant
said “Kenwood?”
I took a deep breath
and responded
“Let me explain
something Ms
I just want someone to
sell me a toaster
I don’t care what his
name is”
When good King Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly King;
But Lancelot did shag the Queen
And that was not the thing
So, he killed the Queen
but spared Lance
As he was still loyal
to his King
Are you wearing a carnation?
To mark you out at the
station
As you stand beneath
the clock
In your best evening
frock
Or do you keep it
under your cloak
Until you get a look
at the bloke
And if you don’t fancy
him
Do you throw it in the
bin?