I broke up with my girlfriend,
Creative differences
apparently,
I thought I was
rather creative
But she
thought differently
I broke up with my girlfriend,
Creative differences
apparently,
I thought I was
rather creative
But she
thought differently
I was stunned when I was accused of Polygamy
It made me drop the
bags I was holding
But then I was
relieved to find it meant bigamy
And not as I thought the art of parrot-folding
My ex-wife and I were in an open relationship
At least I believed it
was an open relationship
Until that fateful day
of the solicitors meeting
When she stunned me
and called it cheating
My friend got a personal trainer
And trained with him
for a while
Starting a year before
his wedding
So, I questioned the
length of the aisle
I used to live on a farm and every time
I passed the cows in
the field I’d rant
And shout the most
foul abuse at them
It’s turned out that
I’m dairy intolerant
I really hate my job
In fact I have to
confess
I hate it with a
passion
My boss says I don’t
possess
Are you wearing a corsage?
On your elegant wrist
As you stand in the
moonlight
And are sweetly kissed