Are you wearing a brandy barrel?
Yes, I know it’s like
the rescue dog
But you know that the
St Bernard
Doesn’t drink all of
the grog
Are you wearing a brandy barrel?
Yes, I know it’s like
the rescue dog
But you know that the
St Bernard
Doesn’t drink all of
the grog
I’ve been working really hard lately
But I’ve got a day off today
It was nice not having to get up early
And have a snooze day Tuesday
The predatory male
As he hunts amidst the herds
Is only offended
By two four letter words.
The first one being “don't”
And “stop” being the other
And both words bring a halt
To his particular pleasure
Unless of course
They are used together
He was a real Jack the Lad
All flash and brash,
Living it large
And always splashing the cash
You might well be temped
But I advise nothing
rash
If he tries it on give
him the slip
And make a dash
The sun burned bright
Its rays struck the sundial
And cast a shadow
Shown in sharp relief
From the gnomon
Upon the brass dial
And as the straight
edge
Reaches three o’clock
It’s time to go
If you can’t turn your back
On her majesty
How can the royal
chauffeur
Drive her safely
Why do we never learn?
We look back at past
mistakes
And yet we do the same
again
We view history
Without learning the
lessons
Time and time again
But every time
History repeats itself
The price goes up