My son really hurt his arm
The Doc said “there no
harm
Done” I insisted he
Humour us
And check out the Humerous
My son really hurt his arm
The Doc said “there no
harm
Done” I insisted he
Humour us
And check out the Humerous
Uncle John the fence, has passed away
And the news has left
me feeling sorry
But I have to say it
was poetic justice
Because he fell off
the back of a lorry
I got a rescue dog from Battersea
And I called the
puppy, Jimbo
But he needed obedience
classes
Where they walked us to
and fro
When he needed to be at
heel
Jimbo almost always
ran away
Then he came bounding
back
When he was meant to
sit and stay
And when he walked on
the lead
I had to pull young Jimbo
back
Or he was round and
round my feet
Until I ended up lying
on my back
So we stopped going to
the classes
And I have a stick for
him to chase
I can forgive my Jimbo
anything
When he jumps up to lick
my face
You are 13 down
And always 2 across
You are never 1 down
And sadly not 19
across
You are six letters
Starting with a T
You are coffee time
And an acrostic too
As well as cryptic
Let’s try 11 down
Followed by three across
Which is what the
canines do
You to be 7 down
I have never known
A dictionary won’t
help me
Nor a thesaurus
For like most women
You are an unsolved puzzle
There are more than twelve signs
Of the Zodiac, and the
thirteenth sign
Of the astrological year
is Pyrex,
Which covers all twelve
months
But which house you were
born in
Has no relevance to
your sign
What qualifies you is
the “how”
Because to be born
under Pyrex
You have to be a test
tube baby
Are you wearing a cape?
A superhero’s shoulder
drape
But you’re not a caped
crusader
Mr and Mrs Cotton-Mouth
Were the snake undertakers
And when they got married
Gifts were Hiss and
Hearse