When I walked into the room
I can’t
describe the mess
I thought
it had been burgled
It’s
because he’s a student I guess
When I walked into the room
I can’t
describe the mess
I thought
it had been burgled
It’s
because he’s a student I guess
A man was talking to an acquaintance
About the level
of maintenance
Required on
the average dwelling
Guttering, painting,
and gardening
The list
was endless on their houses
And they admired
the work of their spouses
My husband has lost the plot
It’s the
worst he’s been so far
He tried to
change the TV
Channel with
a chocolate bar
A farmer went trotting
Upon his grey mare,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him
So buxom and fair,
Are you wearing mourning wear?
I’m sorry,
you are the grieving wife?
I hear
you’re not a very merry widow
So, did you
drive him to take his own life?
Put downs work the best
For deflecting unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the tension
If he starts spinning you a line
Just say
when your patience is done
“I'm no
proctologist, but
Nemesis, Greek goddess
Of divine
retribution
And
deliverer of vengeance
Against
acts of hubris