Are you wearing a rose?
Its subtle fragrance,
heaven knows
So sweet smelling to
the nose
That Rose pinned to
your lapel
Does intoxicate me so
well
And does hold me in
its spell
Are you wearing a rose?
Its subtle fragrance,
heaven knows
So sweet smelling to
the nose
That Rose pinned to
your lapel
Does intoxicate me so
well
And does hold me in
its spell
To counteract the signs of aging
I have an alternative
to the
Cosmetic treatment
hustle
I just drink plenty of
wine
It’s much cheaper than
Botox
And paralyses more
muscles
I supported the Red Cross
For many Years
But their hard sell
tactics
Brought me to tears
Not content with
My monthly
subscription
They bombarded me with
requests
Of every description
First, they told of
troubles
In foreign lands
I said “I can’t pay
more
Than what I had
planned”
So, they thought a
change of tack
Will open my wallet
And told me what they
did
In Nether Wallop
Emails and letters
Calling with the hard
sell
Well, I’ve had enough
They can go to hell
The Red Cross are getting greedy
Not happy to just milk
me in life
They want me to will
them a percentage
Of what should go to
my wife
I have found in meetings
Where minutes are
taken
Hours are wasted
Unless I am mistaken
My children can never forgive
That interfering Jamie
Oliver
For bring about the
early demise
Of their favourite
Turkey Twizzler
I left two bottles of Whisky
On the train to
Prestatyn
I thought them gone
for ever
Until a nice man
called Glynn
Of the lost property
office
Telephoned me from
Prestatyn
To say the man who
found them
Had just been handed
in