Are you wearing a baggy sweater?
For a particular
reason maybe
You haven’t suddenly
become a frump
So, you must be having
a baby
Are you wearing a baggy sweater?
For a particular
reason maybe
You haven’t suddenly
become a frump
So, you must be having
a baby
I ordered the Tarka Dal
It was like lentil
soup only hotter
I was a bit
disappointed
As I was expecting
curried otter
I am always losing my keys
So, I have devised a
plan
My husband is
horrified
As the car might be
stolen
But to my way of
thinking
It’s the perfect
solution
After all what could
be simpler
Than leaving them in
the ignition
"I want to buy flowers for my girlfriend"
John said to the Florist
"Of course Sir, what is it you're after?"
The florist asks to
assist
After a moment John
replied
"Well, a shag
would be top of my list"
It was the plan of my wife
To spice up our love
life
This involved her
dressing up
To encourage me to tup
Now I have to say I
didn’t mind
Watching her bump and
grind
But as she played her
sexy role
She didn’t dance
around a pole
Nor gyrate upon my lap
To encourage my old
chap
But even with all the gyrating
My libido was still
hesitating
In fact, there wasn’t
a glimmer
As she danced around
her Zimmer
I am now a lonely widower
And all my buddies are
dead
But there are
compensations
That must definitely
be said
There’s life in the
old dog yet
That’s all I have to
say,
As I go to the
retirement home
For my fifty shades of
grey
I spent two hours defrosting
The fridge yesterday
Although my darling
wife
Prefers to call it
foreplay