I lay in bed quite restless
In a measure of
distress
Uncomfortable in my nightdress
And I started to
obsess
Why was the sun an
absentee?
Then quite suddenly
At half past three
It dawned on me
I lay in bed quite restless
In a measure of
distress
Uncomfortable in my nightdress
And I started to
obsess
Why was the sun an
absentee?
Then quite suddenly
At half past three
It dawned on me
He was driving home,
Shit faced drunk
Pissed as a cricket
Drunk as a skunk
Suddenly he swerved
To avoid a tree,
Then another, then another.
Then another tree
The police stopped him
For driving
erratically
“Having a little
trouble”?
The cop asked
sarcastically
The drunk told the cop
About the trees
everywhere
The cop just pointed
To the air freshener hanging
there
Cock a doodle doo,
My wife has lost her shoe;
Oh what a convenient confidence trick
Just so she can buy
some new
A traffic cop saw Bimbette knitting while driving
And couldn’t believe
his eyes at all
He angrily shouted at
her “Pull over, pull over”
She shouted back “no,
it’s a shawl”
Are you wearing something wicked?
Are you black clad
beneath the white?
Underneath your dress
are you silkily encased?
For a very wicked
wedding night
Though not the type
To put it about
She was a looker
Without a doubt
It’s a shame
I’m not in with a
shout
I’ll just go home
And knock one out
My wife has been missing for a week
The Police haven’t found
her yet
They told me to
prepare for the worst
So, I've put all her
clothes back in the closet