When my wife reached forty
Despite all the happy
memories
I was left with no
alternative
But to change her for two
twenties
When my wife reached forty
Despite all the happy
memories
I was left with no
alternative
But to change her for two
twenties
Feminists once burned their bras
Which understandably
caused a stir
But today we have a
feminist cheese
And it’s been named Germaine
Gruyere
There was a well-dressed person on a unicycle
And a poorly dressed person
on a bicycle
A more contrasting
pair you could not desire
And the difference
between them was attire
There were two pencils
But you could tell
them apart
Quite easily because
One of them looked
sharp
My job chose me, unlike
Ordinary work slaves
I became an undertaker
The auctioneer on the day
Was my best friend Domingo
And he says that the
Auctions
Are like middle class
bingo
My TV programmer is on the blink
The things possessed I'm in no doubt
It records the programs I don't like
And plays them back when I go out