LIMERICKS 17 (contd)

My neighbor is wearing a hat
It’s furry and black like her cat

My neighbour is wearing a hat
Very wise to be doing that

My neighbor is wearing a hat
It’s furry and black like her cat
If it starts to purr

My neighbour is wearing a hat
Very wise to be doing that
Sun is beating down

My neighbour is wearing a hat
Very wise to be doing that
Sun is beating down
Turning all the plants brown

My neighbour is wearing a hat
Very wise to be doing that
Sun is beating down
Turns all the plants brown
And now they are all lying flat.

So the hose-pipe I now must use

So the hose pipe I now must use
They've not said a ban on the news

So the hose pipe I now must use
They've not said a ban on the news
But water is precious

So the hose pipe I now must use
They've not said a ban on the news
But water is precious
And so is my lettuce

So the hose pipe I now must use
They've not said a ban on the news
But water is precious
And so is my lettuce
Perhaps I should just give them booze.

A jug of rum punch might do it

A jug of rum punch might do it
The birds like it better than suet

A jug of rum punch might do it
The birds like it better than suet
I see them stagger

A jug of rum punch might do it
The birds like it better than suet
I see them stagger
Like old Mick Jagger

A jug of rum punch might do it
The birds like it better than suet
I see them stagger
Like old Mick Jagger
Strutted their stuff and then flew it.

Have you ever thought to keep bees?

Have you ever thought to keep bees?
No, they'd sting my old dodgy knees

Have you ever thought to keep bees?
No, they'd sting my old dodgy knees
I’ll buy my honey

Cos Iv plenty of money

Like they say it grows on the trees

My fiend when to town in her nightie
Her neighbours say she's so flighty

My fiend when to town in her nightie
Her neighbours say she's so flighty
Not a fiend, she's a ghost

My friend went to town in her nightie
Her neighbours say she's so flighty
It’s silk and see-through

My friend went to town in her nightie
Her neighbours say she's so flighty
It’s silk and see-through
My gosh what a view

My friend went to town in her nightie
Her neighbours say she's so flighty
It’s silk and see-through
My gosh what a view
This could only happen in old Blighty.

I’m more for soft pyjamas myself

I’m more for soft pyjamas myself
Flimsy nighties remain on the shelf

I’m more for soft pyjamas myself
Flimsy nighties remain on the shel
Though now it’s so hot