I can’t count to ten in French
It’s impossible for me
I can only count to
seven
Because I have a huit allergy
I can’t count to ten in French
It’s impossible for me
I can only count to
seven
Because I have a huit allergy
To be politically correct
We must call fat
people, jolly
And the really fat
people
Have to be called
morbidly jolly
King and Queen of Cantelon,
How many miles to Babylon?
Well that would depend upon
Where you are starting
from
Are you wearing odd socks?
Well, it’s not quirky
or hipster
And I don’t think it
was your intent
I think you must have
dementia
So, if it is correct that
One may be “that”
And multiples would be
those
Yet the singular cat
Would in the plural
Be cats and never cose
It is a sad fact of life that if
Times are going well
You have overlooked
something
And it will all go to
hell
A chicken at the movies
Made the whole theatre
look
So, the manager asked
“Why are you here
chook?”
The chicken replied,
“Well, because I liked
the book”