A woman, having buried her
Philandering husband
Dwight,
Said she had one consolation,
She knew where he was
at night
A woman, having buried her
Philandering husband
Dwight,
Said she had one consolation,
She knew where he was
at night
Avoid marrying a girl called Ann
With every fibre and
particle
Because if you marry
her
She will be an
indefinite article
A woman’s favourite word
When all said and done
Doesn’t have to be
special
It just has to be the
last one
When actor Foghorn Leghorn
Retired to a farm near
Leyton
Named his favourite he
“Macduff”
Because he wanted her
to lay on
Star light, star bright,
No, I don’t want to tonight
If truth be told,
alright
I think stargazing is
shite
Are you wearing baggy dungarees?
Oh yes, they’re the
bee’s knees
And I can get inside
them with ease
In fact, I can have
them round your knees
Quicker than you can
sneeze
Oh yes, I like your
baggy dungarees
My son jokes about my age
Especially in front of
his mates
He says that when I
was at school
We had to write on
slates