I picked up a hitchhiker today
I know you’re not
supposed to
But as I knocked him
down
It was the least I
could do
I picked up a hitchhiker today
I know you’re not
supposed to
But as I knocked him
down
It was the least I
could do
Wherever my father is
right now
I’m sure he’s looking
down
But assuredly He is
not dead
He’s just on the roof
stealing lead
Mary had a little horse
She rode bareback on
her pony
But the little horse threw
her off
Because her arse was
bony
Are you wearing something chic?
On your figure oh so
sleek
That’s beautifully
figure hugger
To tantalise a horny
bugger
As Jiminy Cricket famously said
“Let conscience be
your guide”
It’s a simple enough
philosophy
Listen to the voice of
reason
Keep compassion in
your heart
And integrity at your
core
How they exploit our compassion
With emotional
blackmail
They paint us
Pitiful tableaux’s
Of fly ridden waifs
Babies at barren
breasts
Or portrait images
Of sad saucer eyed
children
Beaten and bruised
Or maybe its pictures
Of Maltreated beasts
That pluck at your heartstrings
The tactics used are
quite crude
But anything goes
In the “No holds
barred”
World of charity
fundraising
As long as they can
extract
Our 3 pounds a month
While the poor
unfortunates,
The sad stars of the
charity show
Are merely lost leaders
From the wards of emphysema
To the floors of maternity
We are proud to all be
members
Of the nursing
fraternity
We work for the sake
of patients
As keep our hospital
clean:
And we fight the daily battles
In blue or white or green