Just a tantalising hint of the exotic
Beneath the hem of
your skirt
I’m interested in
whatever it is
It’s quite driving me
berserk
Can you give me the
slightest hint?
Or be upfront I really
don’t mind
I won’t be embarrassed
at all
I love underwear of
any kind
The garment into which
you slipped
If it’s an under slip,
something of that kind
If you were to slip
yourself out of it
If you felt so inclined,
I wouldn’t mind
When my Dad was just a boy
Pineapple slices came
in a tin
And had he put it on
his dinner
Bedlam would have
taken him
When my Dad was just a boy
They didn’t have
takeaways
Except in maths which
were
When my Dad was just a boy
He had never heard of
pizza
But he thought it was
famed
For having a leaning
tower
When I was a kid all crisps were plain
But we didn’t care
about that a jot
After all we still had
the choice
We used to eat a lot of rice
When I was a boy, no
kidding
But never for our
dinner, we had it
Horsey Claire Balding
Is always with a nag
I think she looks like
Stephen Fry in drag
