A stressed-out mother and her child
Went into the fancy
dress shop
Rushing around from
pillar to post
Without a moments
pause or stop
“Here try this one”
the mother said
Grabbing a Devils suit
in a whirl
Her six year old
daughter retorted
“I don’t want it, I’m
not an evil girl”
He was hard as nails,
And the man terrified
me
His reputation is the
fact,
Supported by
Testimony,
That he once jogged
home
After having a
vasectomy
Mary had a little lamp
Its beam was all aglow
It led the way to the abattoir
Where the sheep had to
go
Are you wearing red?
And standing at the
foot of my bed
I hope that means
you’re Santa
And not Jeremy Corbyn instead
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
I can confirm are deceased
no more
Though close enough,
as they are
Hosting Bake Off on
Channel 4
“Guns don’t kill people” is what that say
And it’s true, people
do kill people, per se
But people kill
people, all said and done
Much more efficiently
if they have a gun
Do as Phyllis said
And don’t take flight
When you have a row
Last thing at night.
Don't go to bed mad,
Stay up and fight
In Memory of The Late
Great Phyllis Diller (1917-2012)
