I have a very polite doctor,
Nice to the
point of folly
He won’t
tell me I’m obese
He says I’m
morbidly jolly
I have a very polite doctor,
Nice to the
point of folly
He won’t
tell me I’m obese
He says I’m
morbidly jolly
When the wine box is empty
I am one of
the thorough types
I rip open
the cardboard
To reveal the
Pinots tripe’s
And squeeze
it dry as I play
The
alcoholics bagpipes
We have a new market in town
And they do
Korean street food
One customer
ordered poodle noodles
Which I
thought was quite rude
There would be more reserves
Remaining
in the North Sea
If the
Scots didn’t have
Such a deep-frying
tendency
Every weekend in Essex-land
Daddies’
precious little petal
Gets off
her tits and tanked up
On gallons
of Princess Petrol
John Cook was riding up
Shooter's Bank,
Pedalling fast
He thought
running red lights a bit of a prank
Are you wearing a pinny?
And why exactly
are you wearing it?
You said “A
man’s home is his castle”
And she
said “Then you can clean it”