From what can you take away
The whole and still
have some?
Is an interesting
riddle isn’t it
And the answer is wholesome
From what can you take away
The whole and still
have some?
Is an interesting
riddle isn’t it
And the answer is wholesome
A flirt dresses to kill
In her desire to
impress
A butcher on the other
hand
Kills to dress
The child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay
(my wife is Sundays child, so I would have to dissagree)
Are you wearing slacks?
Oh I hate to call them
that
They’re only trousers
really
Unless you’re a
pretentious twat
I am doubly handicapped
Which has scuppered my
plans
I am illiterate and
ambidextrous
So I can’t write with
both hands
The girl in the crinoline gown
Danced like in a dream
While moving in
unfashionable
Circles it would seem
Don’t talk to me about
Fifty shades of grey
I’m at the care home
Vagazaling grannies
everyday