Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To get a bone for her Poodle
When she came there,
The cupboard was bare,
Apart from an expired pot noodle
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To get a bone for her Poodle
When she came there,
The cupboard was bare,
Apart from an expired pot noodle
Are you wearing a seat belt?
Well, you must as it’s
the law
Yes, I know its
confining
But not as much as a
mortuary draw
I watched a riveting documentary
On television last
night
It was all about how
ships were
Put together by
shipwrights
My girlfriend says she’s middle class
And I laugh in her
face
She’s clearly working
class
Because at her dad’s
place
They have a television
That’s bigger than
their bookcase
It seems that pornography
Is frowned upon
But I think that’s
just all
The concentration
My girlfriend says she’s working class
And I just have to
laugh
As not one of them as
far as I can see
Has ever worked in her
family
It’s not the angle of dangle
That’s the measure of
pleasure
It’s the moments in
the afterglow
That we ultimately
treasure