Al tell about my story,
Me sat nav has been nicked,
It`s just not hunky dory,
I`ll find out who, They`ll get a kick.
A can`t seet numbers in`t dark,
Even with far seers on,
Will there be a place to park,
When we leave will our car be gone.
Not so keen on thinlaws anyway,
Pickin on this, Pickin on that,
Never agree, The will not sway,
Both walk round in boler hats.
One time turns in`t music hall,
Seen em all they say,
Alus been to every ball,
The audience they will play.
We are here now on Christmas day,
Stupid party hats to wear,
Parkin our car Three streets away,
Almost more than I can bear.
First hour is all about complaints,
Her back, His big toe, Arthritis too,
He`s a follower of the saints,
She only wears one shoe.
It`s illness ,Rugby, Had a new loo,
Party time , Annie Zeigler amd Webster Booth,
I want George singin old brown shoe,
It makes you want to move.
He knows everything, He`s done it all,
He puts this world to rights,
You know nowt, He`ll tell you that,
He`s wearing ladies tights.
Very fetching I must say,
Thinks he`s on that stage,
Puts on make up every day,
Doesn`t know his age.
Away wit fairies, So it seems,
I`m drained , We`re leaving soon,
What a day wit thin laws
I`m knackered with these Two loons
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