When I first met her
I was attracted by her
looks
My first thought was
not
I wonder if she cooks
But her literary
inadequacy’s
One certainly brooks
She was only ever
interested
In my cheque books
When I first met her
I was attracted by her
looks
My first thought was
not
I wonder if she cooks
But her literary
inadequacy’s
One certainly brooks
She was only ever
interested
In my cheque books
My husband’s behaviour
Is truly appalling
However, it’s my fault
really
Which is quite galling
If I hadn’t fed him
cat food
Just for the laughs
He wouldn’t sit on the
carpet
Licking his own arse
Since the beginning of time, the one thing
A woman really wants from
her man
Is his commitment, it’s
not a lot to expect
So have him committed
as soon as you can
If you’ve been looking for
A committed man for
ions,
You should have started
When I was a boy
I saved my pennies
For a rainy day
I saved every cent,
My pocket money
Every Friday
The Money back
On the empties
A paper round
In the morning
And delivering
The Weekly Sport
On a Saturday evening
Cleaning Grandmas
windows
And Odd jobs
For the neighbours
Then on Saturday
morning
I’d take it all,
The Ten bob notes
And tanners,
Halfpennies
And threepenny bits
And pay it all in
To my Post Office
savings
I can remember a time
In the dim and distant
past
When you could boast
To your friends and
neighbours
That you were the
proud user
Of the British Gas
five star,
All singing all
dancing,
Central heating and boiler
cover
Which was akin to
saying
You had a Rolls Royce
Parked in your garage
Such was its superior
quality
Of course that was a world
away
In in different
century
Now having British Gas
homecare
Is the equivalent to
owning,
A 1983 Skoda
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep
cliffs
Looking out across the
sea
To the distant misty
shores
Of Antrim far away