The sweet scent of fresh mown hay
Carried on the evening
summer breeze
Makes her look at me
and smile
As she knows it will
make me sneeze
The sweet scent of fresh mown hay
Carried on the evening
summer breeze
Makes her look at me
and smile
As she knows it will
make me sneeze
I am not a house proud man
By any means or measure
I find it too much of
a chore
I am more a man of leisure
So, for me a clean flat
is
The sign of a broken computer
I used to be indecisive
At least I thought so
But I am now quite
sure
That I don’t actually
know
She was a real nature girl
Dancing happily in the
meadows
Like a flitting summer
sprite
With no thought of
cares and woes
As she frolic’s like a
lamb all day
Till the lengthening
of the shadows
I met my prospective father in law at the weekend
And he seemed quite
normal when I saw him
So, I was quite pleased
until my girlfriend said
“Everyone seems normal
until you get to know them”
“I need you to delete me from your address book”
My ex-girlfriend emailed
me to express
I pondered for some time
before I replied
“Who is this? And how
did you get this address?”
My sister is a sophisticate
And has travelled far away
She’s been to a Taj Mahal
That isn’t an Indian takeaway