We call my aunt Beth the exorcist
Its cruel but we can’t
resist
It’s because whenever
she gets near
All the spirits disappear
We call my aunt Beth the exorcist
Its cruel but we can’t
resist
It’s because whenever
she gets near
All the spirits disappear
Barbara Windsor went into a pub
After the days filming
was done
And ordered a double entendre
So, the barman gave
her one
Wednesday's child
Is full of woe,
(And that’s what you
get for
drinking on a school
night)
Are you wearing contact lenses?
In your “mince pies”
Because they shine
At night like cats eyes
Oh, what a pleasure they represent
Such sinful pleasure
I’ll not repent
Whether foreign fare
of strange accent
Or posh ones made for
lady and gent
Or those down the
bargain basement
Even with broken ones
I am content
But I must cease those
moments spent
Devouring the cookies
heaven sent
And sing loud my sad
cookie lament
Of a man left alone in
his torment
For as the treat that
they represent
I have given cookies
up for lent
I went into hospital for minor surgery
The staff did not fill
me with a sense of security
As I was going under I
heard the surgeon say
“I think this blade is
sharp enough, don't worry”
When two Apple devices
Interface when meeting
They don’t do a
handshake
But do an iFive in
greeting