Doctor Foster
Went to Gloucester
But he blamed
His cars sat nav
Doctor Foster
Went to Gloucester
But he blamed
His cars sat nav
Are you wearing a sensual air?
It seems that you are
not even aware?
But it flows from each
and every hair
I’m sorry i don’t mean
to stand and stare
But sensuality follows
you everywhere
The most perfect drink
To quench a thirst, for
me
On a hot summers day
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