Are you wearing a thong?
No there’s nothing
wrong
It’s just that they do
so
Make you look like a
sumo
Are you wearing a thong?
No there’s nothing
wrong
It’s just that they do
so
Make you look like a
sumo
Bimbette lost her dog
And she was distraught
Peaches, to cheer her
up
Said I think you ought
To advertise in the
paper
Just give it a whirl
So, she wrote the ad
“Come here girl”
I’m at the stage in life
When I’m sometimes
forgetful
Although let’s face it
There’s a lot in life
That is better off
forgotten
But as forgetful as I
am
I never forget the important
things
I look ahead of me,
Across the unknown
years
And I wonder:
Will I like being old?
Or even like the
person
That I will become?
What’s the point of being
An adult if, when you
wish
You can’t once in a while
Behave a little childish
Though you have been
A fair wind
Billowing my sails
My heart still craves
New shores
To beach my skiff upon
And it aches
For fresh new lands
Beneath my feet
So I must go
For you deserve better
And it would not
Be fair on you
If I were to settle
For my first port of
call
With my fishing line of gold,
Hook, baited with
pearls
I cast into the waters
As the ebb tide swirls
To catch myself one
Of the underwater
girls
And land a pretty
mermaid
With seaweed in her
curls