Are you wearing any drawers?
I would like a look at
yours
I bet a pound to a
penny
You’re not wearing any
There we have it at
last
You are as I thought
bare arsed
Even if you have an
excuse
It still makes you
look loose
And its still very low
rent
If you’ve given them
up for lent
Are you wearing a Croydon facelift?
Well it looks like
you’ve had a shock
It’s not a good look
on you at all
It looks like you
overdosed on Botox
I have given up sex for Lent
Which should not
disconcert
As I haven’t done it
for six years
So another month won’t
hurt
I went into hospital for minor surgery
The staff did not fill
me with confidence.
As I was coming around,
I heard someone say
“Did anyone see where
I left the instruments?”
There was a tragic case
When a Chickpea farmer
died
And after the
inquest
The coroner ruled it
Hummuside
For his homework
Colin took a pork pie
Around to his Aunty
Grace
Because he thought
That he had to take
pie
To one dismal place
The man said to his date
“I hope you enjoyed
the meal
But alas I don’t have
any money”
She was unfazed and
replied
“If you’d told me
sooner we
Could have gone
somewhere classy”
