I think my chickens are possessed
My wife is very much
distressed
Their feathers are all
dishevelled
And the eggs they lay
are Devilled
I think my chickens are possessed
My wife is very much
distressed
Their feathers are all
dishevelled
And the eggs they lay
are Devilled
My wife and I are fortune tellers
We met at our local
dance hall
It was a night to
remember and
We fell in love at the
crystal ball
My cross-eyed teacher was sacked
The governors have no
scruples
They said it wasn’t
her disability
But that she couldn't
control her pupils
There was a four-hour power cut
While she was in the department
store
And Bimbette then
spent all four hours
Trapped halfway up the
escalator
Bimbette got locked out of her car
In the pouring rain
She had forgotten her
keys
So went back in the
house again
When she got in the
car
She started to frown
The seats were soaked
Because the roof had
been down
If scientists were ever to achieve success
In a cross breeding in
which they would exult,
Between a rabbit’s
foot and some poison ivy
Bunnies are brown,
Bunnies are white,
Bunnies at Easter