Why did the adulterer 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 adulterer 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 seven-inch heels?
As you’re tottering
down the street
But don’t you feel
silly standing
Six foot two in your
stocking feet
A Doctor pointed out a piece of lettuce
That protruded from the
patient’s ear
And added that it
might be serious
As it could be the tip
of the iceberg
Telling actors to “Break a leg”
Is a tradition from long past
And the reason for it
is this
Actors like to be in a
good cast
The difference between
Weeds and flowers
Is without a doubt
That the garden weeds
Are the most difficult
By far to pull out
I’ve always thought
The word overused
But Victoria Wood
Really was a genius.
But there is darkness
Where once a light
shone
The bright light
Of an enduring star
Which is now
extinguished.
But not in our hearts
For there she burns
still
As her laughter always
will
If I have to pick just one Gem
From her creative
canon
Then “The Ballad of
Barry and Freda”
Would have to be the
one
The pace and delivery
of wit
Hits you like a comic
volley
Like “Bend me over
backwards
On me Hostess trolley”
Great Humour filled
lines
Delivered oh so
sleekly
Like “Beat me on the
bottom
With a Woman’s weekly”
Or “Come and melt the
buttons
On me flameproof
nightie”
I can picture her
singing it
To St P and God
almighty