Bimbette got a new scarf for Christmas
But in the New Year
she exchanged it
The store took it back
without a quibble
Even though she said
it was too tight a fit
Bimbette got a new scarf for Christmas
But in the New Year
she exchanged it
The store took it back
without a quibble
Even though she said
it was too tight a fit
Taffy was a Welshman
He came from Porthcawl
I think if he were
from Cardiff
He’d hardly be Welsh
at all
“Taffy was a Welshman
was an actual nursery rhyme
Popularised in the 18th
Century, so don’t blame me”
Are you wearing Christmas drawers?
I would like a look at
yours
I bet a pound to a
penny
You’re not wearing any
There we have it at
last
You are as I thought
bare arsed
Of course, it makes
you look loose
Even if you have an
excuse
Well that really is
shocking
You’re supposed to
hang a stocking
Foghorn leghorn and all his pals
Have all chosen to
assemble
Their very own chicken
choir
Which is called a
Hensemble
I hate it when buying sunglasses
When I find a pair, I
want to try
And that stupid little
plastic thing
Dangles right in front
of my eye
My boyfriend is just like Santa Claus
Though he doesn’t
fulfil a single wish
And he doesn’t give me
presents
But he’s like Santa
because he’s a myth
The “house of fun” in Santa’s village
Is where lonely elves
go to take pause
And the owner proudly
boasts that
He has more ho’s than
Santa Claus