Monday, May 18, 2009

Lobotomy Lovers

Henry went to the doc because he was going insane.
He said "Oh Doc, can you help heal my brain?"
The Doc said, "What's the matter? Are you in pain?"
Henry replied, "I'm in love with Shania Twain."

So the Doc replied "No bother, she is very pretty!"
But Henry then said, "I actually like her ditties."
The Doc stood there aghast, feeling lots of pity
for the old man Henry, and his little kitty

For his kitty just stood there, licking its front paw;
of the four that it had, one of them had a flaw.
So this kitty had three paws, the other one was raw.
It's poor Henry's fault - he cut it off with a saw.

The little kitty looked pretty and also pretty sore,
but today it was Henry's turn to come to the fore,
and be treated for his illness that he could no longer ignore.
A lobotomy was needed, now and no more.

So the Doc was operating - Henry was under the knife,
in order to prolong his lonely, loveless life.
In sixty-three years, he'd never had a wife
Instead of going on dates, he went to see East Fife.

The operation ended and it was a success.
The Doc looked at Henry and said "I have to confess;
the operation went well but I have to stress
that the rest of your life - you will be a total mess."

Henry looked at the Doc and he started to cry.
He shouted out loud "Why God? Why?"
Then he left the hospital, saying his goodbyes,
He started to shout out loud, "I want an apple pie!"

So he went to the pie shop and went up to the till,
and said to the waitress whose name was Jill,
"An apple crumble please, give me my fill."
So Jill gave him his fill and also the bill.

Henry sat down and started to think,
that beautiful lady she gave me a wink,
so he went up there to order a drink,
and get her number or another wink.

Jill gave him even more - some oral sex.
He was surprised by the effect.
He went out the cafe and what happened next -
He fainted and died instantly...

Friday, May 15, 2009

Get Well Soon - A Text Message Odyssey

Oh dear.

Did I hear right last night that
you go run over by a bike?
Get better soon you silly boy!
How you doing now like?

Fucking hell!
I'm betting that you were drunk!
Pauvre Ade!
I'm just glad you're okay (you mong)

Just text me to make sure
that you are still alive.
Your call-time has been loaded.
Your balance is now £10.05

Winter Of Discontent

Winter now comes in early September:
when last it was warm - nobody can remember.
We all stay indoors to keep warm by the fire,
the only one outside is Kieron Dyer.
After 32 injuries, he is in dire health
so wrap up warm and look after yourself.

Dribbling

Oh my little lovely,
you really are so sweet.
You track back, then attack,
showing off your quick feet.

If you were a woman
I'd shag you so hard.
But alas, you are not,
you are Steven Gerrard.