I once knew a fella from Bucks
Who was always boasting of f#cks;
He’d frequently score
But now he’s too sore
As the last one claimed HIM,with nunchuks!
After gorging molasses
Out came her bolas’es
With muscles quite tense
From her place by the fence
She brought down men on their asses
Our young Pug from who comes from flat Anglia
Inspired to be a Gaucho wrangler
But he had no horse
Precluding him , of course
Even
though
he had
comprehensive
knowledge of their
culture art, customs & vernacular
Dearest RJ,I have no such wish,
I’m on an island,surrounded by fish;
I do have a horse
[retired,of course]
But ‘go wrangling’?-dear sir,I say “Pish!”
Pug, my dear chap
I’m full of clap trap
Good to hear that your back
Gracious to this old hack
Full of enthusiasm, mayhap
Tomorrow will be the same
Because I am accompanied by a Greatdame
Some folks think it is a Dogs life
But they ain’t learned to handle, the trouble and Strife
Goodnight my dear.
very funny - you ARE on form!
There was a young fella from Staines
Who everyone said had no brains
But he married a tart with large bosom and smart
And then his smart balls went insane!!
I do wish we could draw some naughty postcards from the 50’s on here!!
any offers??
There’re coming from all angles, roll on lads. I remember when my missus had a bum like that Gumbud, but 70 years of sitting on it takes it’s toll.
When your old and no longer a rookie
And you spend more time with the bookie
Your thinking of Mars, and what’s up in the Stars
So you ain’t got much time for the nookie.
Ah yes this is the life, if it wasn’t for the great hunting and fishing we have here I’d have settled in the colonies years ago, home through the park James, and don’t spare the horses.
I think I’m in the wrong century there fellows, sorry about that, I get carried away sometimes.
She gave me earache as I lay beside her
About the orgasm I had denied her;
She says I’m too quick
To activate my joystick;
S’not MY fault…I’m a fast speedway rider!
Went out for a walk today
Then a friend led me astray
While the wife tended the kitchen sink
I was havind a drink
Not a bit fair I hear you say
But she’ll get me back in her own little way
Tomorrow I’ll be needing a favour
And she’ll have an excuse to savour
But that’s life, that’s the breaks
It’s all about the gives and the takes.:-)
See,the art is in getting the rhyme
To sequence in both cadence and time;
It’s essential,you see
For the last line to be
Perfection in stabilised rhythmic coherence and linguistic artistry.
Rhyme is fine, and from the Pool
But to work at it infers a joule
That’s no good
The ergs are wood
May as well just spin a spool
I was once a stuffed shirt
till my mate said “you berk”
So I then saw the light
My future looked bright
His comment had worked
Did the geezer charge a fee, for enlightenment?
He got carried away in a carriage
Drawn by two pigs with their snouts held high
Poor James couldn’t spare the horses
And in the colonies neither can I
I once had a ride in a carriage,gummy
I remember feeling both proud and moved;
For I’d been chosen for a most select place
In a school that had been ‘approved’.