My son jokes about my age
His humour is
unforgiving
He says my first
driving license
Was probably written
in Latin
My son jokes about my age
His humour is
unforgiving
He says my first
driving license
Was probably written
in Latin
She was drinking in the forest
But she didn't want
Tango to sup,
That wasn’t for Snow
White,
She much preferred her
7up
The most miraculous animal
In the farm-yard, I am
assured
Is the humble pig and
that’s because
It is killed and then
cured
When is a lover like a tailor?
Surely that point is
moot
The answer simply has
to be
When he presses his
suit
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