The fisherman was happy, he`d caught not one fish,
He didn`t want a tasty cod on his clean dish.
His suffering wife was not so keen,
Two peas and a boiled potatao, looked quite lean.
The fisherman he drank some stout,
Before his angry wife flung him out.
There was a man from
Who liked to drink
He,d drink all day
So at night sing a
At weekends he loved to
His pictures would make
He said t,was
And a really
so loathed her spouse
She hated to be with him, all alone in the house
They sat watching coins, which bored her to tears
Because he had ranted about them for years
But his stupor was near, he couldn't keep pace
In just a few minutes, she'd put a pillow on his face
Jones was a jolly man,
Who lived in a small caravan.
Jones had a grinning smile,
Teeth dazzled for about a mile.
Jones had a booming laugh,
He roared, be beamed: never did things by half.
Jones went to the big zoo,
To see large monkeys on the loo.
The vision went to his head...
There was a man
Who was always stuck
While in a queue
What should he
At home he was
His mind, no more
He took a gulp of
Which he spat directly in
The taste, it was
Very bitter and...