LIMERICKS (Apr ‘25)

The temperature's 8 Fahrenheit
There is not a soul down at night
I'm feeling the cold
Because I’m quite old

The temperature's 8 Fahrenheit
There is not a soul down at night
I'm feeling the cold
Because I’m quite old
I long for the sun, warm and bright

It will be here, come April or May

It will be here come April or may. A soaking wet bank holiday

It will be here come April or May
A soaking wet bank holiday
Best just go to Spain

It will be here come April or May
A soaking wet bank holiday
Best just go to Spain
Where there is less rain

It will be here come April or May
A soaking wet bank holiday
Best just go to Spain
Where there is less rain
And lie in the sun everyday

I might just go for a week

I might just go for a week
A quick sunshine break's what I seek

I might just go for a week
A quick sunshine break's what I seek
I'll soon get a tan

I might just go for a week
A quick sunshine break's what I seek
I'll soon get a tan
Will return with a man

I might just go for a week
A quick sunshine break's what I seek
I'll soon get a tan
Will return with a man
A hunk, not just some weedy geek

I'll cook him nice meals every day

I might just go for a week
A quick sunshine break's what I seek
I'll soon get a tan
Will return with a man
And won't have my sorrows to seek

He'll sit and watch telly all day

I'll cook him nice meals every day
But he'll take me out and he'll pay

I'll cook him nice meals every day
But he'll take me out and he'll pay
Wait! How retro that sounds!

I'll cook him nice meals every day
But he'll take me out and he'll pay
Wait! How retro that sounds!
You're right! We'll buy rounds.

I'll cook him nice meals every day
But he'll take me out and he'll pay
Wait! How retro that sounds
You're right! We'll buy rounds
And drink all our sorrows away

I really am fed up with life

I really am fed up with life
With all of its turmoil and strife

I really am fed up with life
With all of its turmoil and strife
But I must somehow hope

I really am fed up with life
With all of its turmoil and strife
But I must somehow hope
That I can just hope

I really am fed up with life
With all of its turmoil and strife
But I must somehow hope
That I can just cope
And not be an unhappy wife

The children have all left home

The children have all left home
Round the world they wanted to roam

The children have all left home
Round the world they wanted to roam
Though we both miss them

The children have all left home
Round the world they wanted to roam
Though we both miss them
It's not a problem

The children have all left home
Round the world they wanted to roam
Though we both miss them
It's not a problem
We don't have empty nest syndrome

Our kids have all travelled around

Our kids have all travelled around
Some wonderful places they've found

Our kids have all travelled around
Some wonderful places they've found
But sad as it seems