Doctor Foster
Went to Gloucester
But the police
followed
As he was an imposter
Doctor Foster
Went to Gloucester
But the police
followed
As he was an imposter
Are you wearing tarty garb?
Well, I will say this
for a start
You might well get
picked up
But no one wants to date
a tart
If Helen was the face
That launched a
thousand ships
Then Paris was the dick
Who caused Troy’s
apocalypse
His life was liken
To a candles flame
But his flickering
glow
Did not sputter or
gutter
For his tapers story
Was to burn in all his glory
Though in short duration
It was an intense light
But the flame that burns
Twice as bright,
Burns half as long
I think it’s probably a myth
Regarding multitasking
women
Like the Loch Ness
Monster or
Shy retiring used car salesmen
Once lit the candle of life burns
Hour by hour, day by day
As the candle's wax melts away,
the hours of your life melt with it
A peaceful quiet life
Produces a gentle flickering light
But burning the candle at both ends.
Causes a tongue of flame
But by flicker or
blaze
The hours of your life
will burn
The most perfect drink
To quench a thirst,
without fail
On a hot summers day