Why did the philanderer cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could get to another man’s bride
Why did the philanderer cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could get to another man’s bride
Are you wearing leggings?
That are baggy ‘round
the knees’
As I can’t see them
for myself
Can I have more
details please?
I told my dad “I want to be
A fortune teller init”
He said “Don’t be daft
son
There’s no future in
it”
They are a constant about the place
They are the friendly
face
Revellers stop on
their merry way
And invariably they will
say
As they lean
at precarious angles
"We love you
strangles"
I woke up with Wogan,
With 8 million others
I even contributed in a small way
Like many sisters and brothers
And when he was usurped
By the upstart Evans
Anton Deck and I
Shook a fist to the heavens
When I woke to the news
Of the Togmeisters demise
A lump filled my throat
And tears filled my eyes
With his warm easy manner
Friendly, witty and clever
He has a new audience now
And I will be a TOG forever
We used to have an Owl
He was really cute
But he had low self esteem
So didn’t give a hoot
The Street Angels have trod the path
For Five years on
Woking’s streets
Armed only with Gods
light
And their calming
influence
They are Not preachers
of the word
Nor are they there to
evangelise
They are the doers of
deeds
The holders of hands
And the wipers of
tears
They are a friendly
face in the dark
Or a soothing word in
the confusion
A conduit to common
sense
The Angels do not
judge
Nor are they there to
chastise
Angels listen with
sympathetic ears
And speak in a voice
of pleasant reason
They give up their
time
For the lost and the
vulnerable
And the over
enthusiastic revellers
Until the last club
closes.
The Street Angels
Do not police the
streets
But they do tread the
path
And they are part of
the peace