Bliss the fleeting moment holding on to your dreams before life revives you.
The Operation The sight in the mirror had stunned her The medics had made a real blunder Her pert little nose Looked like a red rose And the surgeon refused to refund her.
Sisters One girl's hair is wavy Which fashion don't permit Hair straighteners, the answer They cost her quite a bit. The sister's though is ramrod straight But she wants wavy hair So she wraps it all in rollers tell me, where's the logic there?
Happiness Happiness a state of mind depending on nothing but a state of mind.
Tiers (To Tears, a song by the late, great Ken Dodd) Tiers for covid fears are what you gave me Memories of a promise never kept You led me to believe lockdown's the answer After all these lonely hours I've wept (with no one). Tiers are my reward for isolation But tiers can't mend my mental health, I must confess Let's forgive our peers uptown Turn our tiers of lockdown Once more to tears of happiness. Tiers are my reward for isolation But tiers can't mend my mental health, I must confess Let's forgive our peers uptown Turn our tiers of lockdown Once more to tears of happiness. Let's forgive our peers uptown Turn our tiers of lockdown Once more to tears of happiness.
The Greenhouse A woman of strange misdemeanour Had a greenhouse which could've been greener So now and again She rang her friend Len And had the glass shined by Len's cleaner.
A true poetic genius. If you have never heard any of her stuff, this is well worth a listen.
RIP Jennifer Here lies the body Of Jennifer Dyer Nylon nightie Met open fire.
The Viking Hagar the horrible Viking Had a helmet not quite to his liking The horns were too small To protect in a brawl So, with chin strap he used it for biking.
Hobbo: I’m in the bad books today Dauphy.
Dauphy: Who with?
Hobbo: She who is never wrong.
Dauphy: Mrs Hobbo, what have you done this time?
Hobbo: I didn’t do anything.
Dauphy: Something you said again?
Hobbo: No I didn’t say anything.
Dauphy: So, it can’t be the way that you said it this time?
Hobbo: No, it’s what I was thinking.
Hobbo: That’s what she said.
Dauphy: Dangerous territory, thought police.
Hobbo: I know, and the scary thing is, she was right.
Hobbo: I wish I was a dog sometimes.
Dauphy: Don’t let Mrs Hobbo catch you thinking that, or you will be in trouble.
Hobbo: She already has!