We had a terrible holiday
It was ruined by
drunken pests
Our tour operator
should have
Warned us of noisy
unruly guests
We had a terrible holiday
It was ruined by
drunken pests
Our tour operator
should have
Warned us of noisy
unruly guests
Why did the fugitive cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could find somewhere to hide
Are you wearing winkle pickers?
And you don’t mind the
snickers?
And when they ask it
doesn’t offend?
“Do your toes go right
to the end?”
You know you have reached
The end of your childhood
When knock down ginger is bad
The simple definition of marriage
I think you should
understand
Is that one person is
always right
And the other one is
the husband
I was little more than a lad
And my hometown lay
behind me
But I didn’t walk the
road
As a lad for very
long,
I quickly became a man
So I walked for many
years
And for many miles
In country and in town
Working in the sweet-smelling
fields
And the foul odorous
cities
But I wandered tall
and proud
Now the road lead me
home
And the path breathes
life
Into my wistful heart
The Russian Airforce are dropping
Amazon bombs on Syria
They are so called as
they keep
Being left with a
neighbour