The problem with lying about your age
It’s not the
deception you deplore
It’s when
they all believe you and
The problem with lying about your age
It’s not the
deception you deplore
It’s when
they all believe you and
At the age of fifty you're officially
Over the
hill, but worse than that
You are
partway down the other side
Sorry if
that leaves you flat
Only lie about your age,
In the
event of an emergency
For example,
when you are asked
How old you
are sweetie
At my advanced age
I've seen
it all
I've heard
it all
And I’ve
done it all
The only problem
is
I can
remember bugger all
Pease pudding hot,
Pease pudding cold,
Pease pudding in the pot
Nine days
old.
“That’s got
to be past its sell by date”
Are you wearing a face pack?
Hello it is
you under there?
I know how
to check, I’ll cop a feel
I’m sorry I
didn’t mean to scare
That was
quite a hand full
So that’s
not my wife under there
Urvashi, Apsara
Of the
clouds and waters
In Hindu
and Buddhist mythology
A celestial
nymph
And celestial
maiden
A beautiful
supernatural being
Youthful
and elegant,
Who dances
to the music
Of the
Gandharvas,
In the
palaces of the Gods,
Entertainer
and seducer
Of Gods and
men
An ethereal
being
Inhabiting
the skies