It doesn’t matter if the glass
Is half full or half
empty
Either is fine
It just means that
there is
More than enough room
To add more wine
It doesn’t matter if the glass
Is half full or half
empty
Either is fine
It just means that
there is
More than enough room
To add more wine
I used to have a coping strategy
For when things got
grim
I would try to drown
my sorrows
But the bastards learned how to swim
Jack and Jill went up the hill
With their supply of bottled water
What is it with these bloody ramblers?
Are you wearing a smile?
Because you know all
the while
In your own inimitable
style
That you are a
commandophile
When my Gran got out of bed
After bedding one of
her chaps
She felt pains down
below
Coz she was standing
on her flaps
My philosophy on life is this
Whatever life throws
at me
Without thinking I
pick it up
And throw it back
instantly
I have found at my age
When the day is
dawning
The easiest thing in
the world
Is to roll out of bed
in the morning
Getting up off the
floor however
Really leaves me
yarning