“Do you want Baby Spinach?
Or Water Cress Dad”
My daughter asked me
And I went completely
mad
“For God’s sake just
choose one
It’s not Rocket Salad”
“Do you want Baby Spinach?
Or Water Cress Dad”
My daughter asked me
And I went completely
mad
“For God’s sake just
choose one
It’s not Rocket Salad”
“Where’s the bloody Torch?”
My wife asked angrily
“I don’t know where it
is
Perhaps you could
enlighten me”
“Well not without the
Torch”
I replied curtly
It’s not the size of a man
That marks him high or
low
It’s what is in their
hearts
That makes them grow
Just look around you
And you will also know
That the smaller being
Can cast a giant
shadow
Little Robin Red breast sat upon a tree,
He was joined by his
mate, they looked so twee
They sang their little
songs quite lustily
Then I threw a shoe at
them you see
Because I didn’t get
to bed till half past three
Are you wearing Lincoln green?
Do you really think
you should?
Because this isn’t
merry England
And you aren’t Robin
Hood
Has anyone ever said to you?
“Try and walk in
someone else’s shoes”
Well, I find that for
me the concept is
Quite problematic to
my views
After all it would
have to depend
Greatly on exactly
whose shoes
I’m not sure if indeed it’s me
Or maybe its
intentional irony
But you can hear the
approach
Of the daily “Roach
Coach”
The chime being the announcer
As it plays La
Cucaracha