On her chariot drawn by griffins
The maiden goddess,
dispensing justice
With rod, scales, sword,
and scourge
The avenger of crime, Nemesis
On her chariot drawn by griffins
The maiden goddess,
dispensing justice
With rod, scales, sword,
and scourge
The avenger of crime, Nemesis
Being from an army family I dreaded
Being invited to the
officer’s mess
Because I’d have one
too many margarita’s
And it always ends in
distress
When I suggested you needed protection
I wasn’t meaning you
needed a condom
I was merely wondering
if you happened
To have a suitable
raincoat to put on
I was almost drowned
Just a few miles from
shore
And my life passed
before my eyes
God it was a total
bore
He asked me a question
In the most cryptic of
ways
Does your mouth bleed?
Every twenty-eight
days?
And I didn’t recognise
it
As an insult for
several days
Is John Smith within?
Yes there was one to begin
Followed by many more
Smiths
And now I’m quite
pithed
Are you wearing a puzzled expression?
You must really think
I have some gall
But if it wasn’t for
pickpockets like me