An age old adage that I know
States that friends
may come and go
But more worrying to
calculate
Is that enemies tend
to accumulate
An age old adage that I know
States that friends
may come and go
But more worrying to
calculate
Is that enemies tend
to accumulate
Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!
Was repeatedly heard
But the dominatrix
Had forgotten the safe
word
Breaking news: there’s been an explosion
At a cheese factory in
Weston-Super-Mare
There have been no reports
of casualties
Though there was De
Brie everywhere
Mice have very particular tastes
In its society and
institutions
So when they choose a
Hotel
They normally stay at The Stilton
She was ninety three years old
While he was only
ninety one
Not a cross word, but
they were
Both deaf when said
and done
The first sign is forgetting names
And that really makes
you frown
Then you forget to
pull your flies up
Finally, you forget to
pull it down
You know you’re getting old
When answering your
phone cheerily
There is silence on
the other end
And you realize it was
on the TV