All her life, she’d been
Likened to her Mum
A chip off the old block
Birds of a feather
Two sides of the same coin
And just the other day
She was asked
How are you different to your Mum?
She replied that she hoped
In as fewer ways as
possible
All her life, she’d been
Likened to her Mum
A chip off the old block
Birds of a feather
Two sides of the same coin
And just the other day
She was asked
How are you different to your Mum?
She replied that she hoped
In as fewer ways as
possible
Hair of Titian
Tumbles unchecked
Falling untamed
Over pale flesh
Like autumn leaves
Stark in contrast
Like blood drops
On a fall of snow
If all the seas were dried up,
Every bay, lagoon and
ocean
Would Poseidon
understand why?
Would he even have a
notion?
What shape is a kiss?
Oh, my now I’m in a pickle
Well, if you press me
I would say it’s a
lip-tickle
Being in the medical profession
And being a private
practitioner
Is the most tedious,
as it requires
More patients than any
other
“You look like a million dollars”
I told my wife and she
was all aglow
I didn’t explain that
meant not as good
Apparently, being Happy as Larry
Means you’re a happy
Chappie
But I want to know who
Larry is
And whys he so bloody
happy