Women are not moody
Not a bit of it
It’s just they have
days
When, let’s face it
They are not prepared
To put up with the
shit
Women are not moody
Not a bit of it
It’s just they have
days
When, let’s face it
They are not prepared
To put up with the
shit
Don’t throw in the towel
When times get tough
Because no matter how bad
No matter how rough
It doesn’t really help
Because you see
Throwing in the towel
Just makes more
laundry
When my Gran got out of bed
And suddenly felt
chest pain
She knew that she had
only
Stood on her nipples
again
Some people come into our lives
And leave footprints
on our hearts
Others tread softly leaving
no traces
But then there are the
ones
On who you want to
leave boot prints
All over their stupid
faces
Come let's to bed, says Sleepy-head;
Wait a while, says Mo;
Take a blue pill and grab the KY
And we’ll tup before
we go.
Are you wearing something sexy?
As part of your
beautiful wedding out fit
Are you all gartered
or suspender-ed
Beneath your beautiful
wedding kit
Powdered perfumed and
splendour-ed
Are you buffed and
waxed a bit
Beneath your beautiful
wedding dress
Are you bronzed and
toned and fit
Is there silk and lace
and bows
I hope you’re wearing
all the kit
My history is one of sadness
Lonely and loveless
No memories of joy to
comfort
Only the emptiness
Of a life spent alone
Like Robinson Crusoe
On his desert island
I sit surround by the
ocean
Inhospitable and deep
In my life the ocean
is the world
The blue water
Its inhabitants
Washing up to my shore
But always washing
away again
Tantalising and
teasing
But I cannot embrace
the waves
I must remain alone
On my desert island
Looking out to sea