Are you wearing a cross?
So, are you
a regular church goer then?
No, I really
don’t think it counts
Having sex
in the cemetery now and again
Are you wearing a cross?
So, are you
a regular church goer then?
No, I really
don’t think it counts
Having sex
in the cemetery now and again
Violet hit Rose
Square on
the nose
She lost the
plot
And Rose cried
a lot
Noses have
bled
Eyes they
are red
Violet
you’re blue
But what
did I do?
We were shopping for holiday clothes
And we were
very nearly done
When my
wife reached the swimwear
“Should I get
a bikini or an all-in-one?”
She asked
me so I replied “get a bikini”
The graveside service was over,
When there was
a clap of thunder,
Followed by
a bolt of lightning,
Then a
louder clap of thunder
The old man
turned and said
“Well, she’s
arrived then Vicar”
Darling let me just say this
For your future
information
If you
expect me to follow
The flow of
the conversation
Then you
must at least try
Whenever
possible, please say
Whatever
you have to say
During the
commercials, ok?
Listen I am not a mind reader
And I never
will be to be fare
But if I
ask you what is wrong
All I get
in return is a cold glare
My lack of
mind-reading skills
Does not
prove that I don’t care
If I ask you what is wrong
And you reply
“nothing’s wrong”
I will act
as if nothing’s wrong
Even though
I know you are lying
I will not
continue prying
It’s just
not worth the hassle trying