When you’ve finished your dinner
A fortune cookie would
suit yer
But if there is no
fortune in it
That means you don’t
have a future
When you’ve finished your dinner
A fortune cookie would
suit yer
But if there is no
fortune in it
That means you don’t
have a future
The inventor of the Allen key
Made nothing off it
Despite the fact that
It certainly turned a profit
If a pair is a twosome
And a trio is a threesome
A quartet, a foursome
Then solo is a handsome
I visit my grandad regularly
Even though he’s a little daft
He has the windows open when
He makes me play draughts
Apparently, a good compost heap should
Get hot enough to
poach an egg on it,
But not so hot it
would cook a lobster
Well poached or not I
am not eating it
My husband is like a petrol mower
Although he is
considerably slower
They are both
difficult to get started
Emit foul smells when
they’ve farted
And are normally caked
in grime
And they only work
half the time
I'm a gardener and I'm ok
I sleep in the allotment
shed all day
I dress in comfy
clothing,
That my wife would
throw away
Oh I'm happy on the
allotment
As I’m not in her way
(Sung to the tune of Monty Python's “I'm a Lumberjack”)