Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I’m no kind of poet,
and neither are my mates …
Mick:)
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I’m no kind of poet,
and neither are my mates …
Mick:)
I need a key
to have a pee
who ever would have thought it!
my love, dear husband of mine,
Is now very much thwated
I eat my peas with honey
I’ve done it all my life
It makes my peas taste funny
But it keeps them on my knife.
Fair cop gov
On the subject of poems from our school days:
In days of old, when knights were bold
And paper weren’t invented
They’d wipe their a*** on clumps of grass
And walk away contented.
in my school the last 3 lines were different, but I am 100% certain that the moderators would have to delete that version.
You made me giggle like a naughty schoolboy
Mick
I think the Mods knock off at 5. You could slip one in under cover of darkness!
If you’ll pardon the expression.
Ant.
Form 5B
I really need a new picture for this thread.
How’s this?
cute
M
You had to say that didn’t you? Now the mods are going to be even more vigilant.
Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy wuzzy wusn’t fuzzy wus he!?
Hi Val.
Fuzzy wuzzy was a chimp.
My belly is so bulbous, I wish it were much thinner
cant blame that on the MS, it’s the portion size of dinner
Is that IT?
I can’t do portry. So yes, that’s it.
Not a ditty exactly, but a toast an elderly gentleman taught me on holiday a few years ago -
Here’s to your blood and your health
Here’s to your health and your blood
If your blood isn’t healthy
Then your health must be bloody
So here’s to your bloody good health!
And one from my husband -
Here’s to the girl from over the hill
If she won’t, her sister will
Here’s to her sister!
Mary had a little lamb
The doctors were astounded
And everywhere that Mary went
Gynaecologists surrounded.
Credit where it’s due - an ancient lyric from Half Man Half Biscuit!
sam sam the bogey man
washed his face in a frying pan
combed his hair wth a donkey’s tail
and scatched his belly with his big toe nail.
from beryl fletcher (my mum)
c x