I really need to moderate
The way I live my life
Last night I drank so
much
I turned into my wife
I lost the ability to
rationalise
I couldn’t think
logically
And couldn’t grasp the
offside law
Then I had to sit down
to pee
I really need to moderate
The way I live my life
Last night I drank so
much
I turned into my wife
I lost the ability to
rationalise
I couldn’t think
logically
And couldn’t grasp the
offside law
Then I had to sit down
to pee
I will never understand women
How is it they can
pour wax, molten
Onto their naked flesh
and then to boot
Rip it off pulling out
the hair by the root
And yet can by
completely terrified by
A spider that’s even
smaller than a fly
My wife said, “Take off all my clothes
And throw them on the
floor”
I was taken aback to
be honest
Then she said “and
don’t wear them anymore”
Bimbette was found in her cell
Hanging by the ankles
from a beam
She claims it was a
suicide attempt
This is normal for her
it would seem
When she was told that
to kill herself
The rope would need to
be around her throat
She said that she had
tried that first
But she stopped when
she started to choke
My wife left the house last week
For a pint of milk and
never came back
Everyone keeps asking
how I’m coping
But I used the
powdered or had it black
Peaches suddenly said
“Look at the dead bird
there”
Bimbette at once
looked up
And said “where”?
There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of
her forehead.
No one was to
tease
That everyone agreed
As she was the
daughter of Herman Munster