I walked into my local
“The Lamb and Pup”
The landlord said
“Bitter?”
I replied “No just fed
up”
I walked into my local
“The Lamb and Pup”
The landlord said
“Bitter?”
I replied “No just fed
up”
A 16 year old lad asked the barmaid for a drink
“I can’t sell you
booze to quench your thirst”
She replied “Do you
want to get me in trouble”
The lad smiled and
said “Can I have a beer first”
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