Don’t compare yourself to others,
Whatever else you
might do
Because in all probability
Don’t compare yourself to others,
Whatever else you
might do
Because in all probability
Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
But of all the things that he could play
He was happiest at his
drum array
Her grandson was at university
And wrote he was
learning Judo
Why a Christian boy
would want
My once sweet wife has become mean
And short tempered
thanks to the menopause
I try to be
sympathetic but on her really bad days
I think it’s more like
the mental pause
Are you wearing this?
What could be wrong?
Absolutely nothing
In fact nothing sums
it up
There’s nothing to it
It covers nothing
And it leaves nothing
To the imagination
MAMIL is an acronym
For “Middle Aged Men
In Lycra”
I have to confess
that’s not the word
I use for an old
peddle cycler
I don’t like strippers
Pouting erotically
Bumping and grinding
Doesn’t do it for me
Nor Pole dancers
Going at it
athletically
Lap dancing likewise
Doesn’t do it for me
Watching women undress
That does do it for me
Providing of course
I can find a suitable
tree