New Limerick

I’ve just turned into my mother
some thoughts I would like to smother
I look more like my dad
But it’s only a fad

I've just turned into my mother
some thoughts I would like to smother
I look more like my dad

I've just turned into my mother
some thoughts I would like to smother

Frigid is the word I'd use
Headache's my usual excuse
He threatened to leave
So I gave him the heave
Not putting up with his abuse

I've just turned into my mother

Frigid is the word I'd use
Headache's my usual excuse
He threatened to leave
So I gave him the heave

Frigid is the word I'd use
Headache's my usual excuse
He threatened to leave

Frigid is the word I'd use
Headache's my usual excuse

I really don't like being old
It's the prime of life, I've been told
Then again, I'm wise
My brain's a big size
And sex always leaves me quite cold

Frigid is the word I would use

I really don't like being old
It's the prime of life, I've been told
Then again, I'm wise
My brain's a big size

I really don't like being old
It's the prime of life, I've been told
Then again, I'm wise

I really don't like being old
It's the prime of life, I've been told

Our political choices are grim
I don't like them, or her, or him
Nothing will change
They're all rather strange
Pompous, wrong headed or dim

I really don't like being old

Our political choices are grim
I don't like them, or her, or him
Nothing will change
They're all rather strange

Our political choices are grim
I don't like them, or her, or him
Nothing will change

Our political choices are grim
I don't like them, or her, or him

Today is a worrying day
Voters are having their say
It matters not who
From bright red to true blue
So now, are you saying, "Hooray?"

Our political choices are grim

Today is a worrying day
Voters are having their say
It matters not who
From bright red to true blue

Today is a worrying day
Voters are having their say
It matters not who

Today is a worrying day
Voters are having their say

I love to run around the block
Each morning after nine o’clock
I'm no early bird
Arteries are furred
So I must avoid cardio shock

Today is a worrying day

I love to run around the block
Each morning after nine o’clock
I'm no early bird
Arteries are furred

Bumface, yikes, I can't think of a less poetic subject!

I love to run around the block
Each morning after nine o’clock
I'm no early bird

I love to run around the block
Each morning after nine o’clock

I like poems with lines surprising
Like the ones with pale moon rising
Or tempestuous love themes
Seen sometimes in dreams
Or maybe about circumcising
(I hope that was surprising enough for you Goldenlady)

I love to run around the block

I like poems with lines surprising
Like the ones with pale moon rising
Or tempestuous love themes
Seen sometimes in dreams