At the cutting of hay, Miss Regina grows gay
And embraces her favourite sport.
With her racket in hand, she now scours the land
(Somewhat more than good manners purport).
With a gluttonous greed for her favourite 'seed'
(Though that's not quite the type that she seeks).
She craves not for tennis, but that other menace -
And she hopes to be laid up for weeks.
She should keep to a regular broomstick because if she falls off that new fangled standard lamp conversion jobby then she will be laid up for weeks. I hope she realises that once she has reached the end of the flex it will pull her up with a sharp turn
ReplyDeleteReally whoever heard of tennis played on a machine?
Ooh! What are you like?
ReplyDeleteEEEeee by gum! The things you could hide up them dresses....brings back memories!
ReplyDeleteI'm also sniggering at the word 'jobby'.
I ar like a whiskey drink I like a vodka drink I like a lager drink I like a cider drink
ReplyDeleteI like the songs that remind me of the good times
I like the songs that remind me of the better times
Oh! Danny boy
I get knocked down ( better than getting knocked up, eh? ) but I get up again
Passing the night away
Sorry ... Was that 'passing' the night away, Professor? After that lot, I'd be doing something else!
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