My granddads greatest pleasure
Was his allotment
So, in his will he
instructed
His son Peter
To sprinkle his ashes
Over the beloved plot
Lightly forking them
in
At one ounce per
square metre
My granddads greatest pleasure
Was his allotment
So, in his will he
instructed
His son Peter
To sprinkle his ashes
Over the beloved plot
Lightly forking them
in
At one ounce per
square metre
When you eat with someone else
Anything consumed off
their plate
Is calorie free
because they will
Cling to the other
person’s plate
My brother is such a pessimist
It has been his great
tormentor
He’s so pessimistic
that if there
Was a contest he
wouldn’t enter
Mary had a little lamb
And how sweet the lamb
looks
Then the midwife said
“Well, that’s one for
the textbooks”
Are you wearing sunnie’s?
Oh, dear you do look
funny
I almost didn’t
recognize you honey
You’re spending the
week incognito?
Oh, how lovely I’ve
always wanted to go
But no one recognizes
you though
Are you wearing toe of newt?
Is it part of a witchy
spell?
Is it the witchy
version of GHB?
I’m so smitten I
cannot tell
From the first moment
On that memorable
first day
When I laid eyes on
the Wiccan
All that I can say
Is that I was left as
helpless
As a vampire with
tooth decay