Are you wearing surgical stockings?
I know that shouldn’t
excite me
The thought of them
turns me on
If that’s a problem,
you can bite me
Are you wearing surgical stockings?
I know that shouldn’t
excite me
The thought of them
turns me on
If that’s a problem,
you can bite me
The Carrot cake
I have to say
You can include
As one of your five a
day
On their obesecycle
They have to scurry
Not that the obese
Are able to hurry
They can still walk
Though they don’t
bovver
And they are so fat
That they appear to
hover
A scandal has broken
Of the very worst kind
It’s totally
unforgivable
To my way of mind
That fraud Pudsey Bear
Isn’t really blind
I’m getting old
My youth has been relinquished
I’m told my grey hair
Makes me look
distinguished
The sad truth is
My ego has been
extinguished
I tried cooking with wine last night
But it didn’t go very
well therein
After five generous
glasses
I forgot why I was in
the kitchen
Don’t forget mum on Mother’s Day
A bottle of something
I think
And just remember that
it is you
That drives her to
drink