Sex at sixty is all very well
But it’s a bit do or
die
Slowing down is better
And pulling into a
lay-by
Sex at sixty is all very well
But it’s a bit do or
die
Slowing down is better
And pulling into a
lay-by
I once knew a girl called Jo
I knew as Jo with the
flat chest
Who had nothing inside
her vest
But I was still
blessed
For she had other attributes
Are you wearing a bicorn hat?
With red, white and
blue on
I hope you’re going to
a party
And you don’t think
you’re Wellington
If a cheese is tempted to drink
Too much, it should not
Because if it does
succumb
It is at risk of
Livarot
In the English language,
In my view
The longest sentence
Is clearly, I do
The man explained why he hadn’t
Got his wife a gift
for her birthday
The previous year he
bought her
The nice plot in the
cemetery
That she had
requested, and she
Hadn’t used it, and he
was unhappy
After getting home late one night, very drunk,
He sees something that
will forever scar his brain
And the consequence of
seeing two of his wife
He quit drinking so he
wouldn’t see that again