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4月28日 Vague Childhood Memories
As The Msn Butterfly Flutters ByMe on a bad day
MSN I`m coming with an up and loaded gun
And i`m gonna shoot that butterfly,
right up it`s silly bum.
It causes us more problems flitting here and there.
But gonna settle this once and for all
And my sentiments all do share.
It may look so appealling with it`s wings of red and blue,
But it`s out do your dirty work
Thats maddens us right through.
So better take from cyberland
and put it in the grass,
Or it will get a bullet
Right up it`s bloody a---
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s gray 4月24日 Smelly BerthaOur Bertha
Ee` our Bertha is a luverly lass
and she is princess of `t` day
But when she gets up in `t` morning
She blows us all away
And we al`as laffin` still
Like a pig come art` `o` swill.
We stick noses darn our jumpers
and the fan is wafting round
But it all`s `jus`keeps a movin`
round, and, round, and round.
she needs a dose of liversalts
to clear `er system `art
But `ope she tells `t` family
So`s we are not abart.
eee` up she`s a coming
and `er bellies big and round
`cor `t` smell is `art `o` order
and `t` pong is quite profound
She smells wus` than a polecat
and a pig wi` out a snout
It`s time wi` got our bertha
an` chucked `t` bugger out.
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s gray 4月20日 Its Just Old AgeIts Just old age
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Now ladies and Gents please take a seat
and listen here to me,
Have you ever lost your glasses
and your flippin front door key?
Have you ever put something away
To hide it for safe keepin?
and buggered as where you put it
and everywhere ya peepin.
You turn the house all upside down
and you do a merry dance,
You walk for miles around the place
as from here to bloomin France.
and ya stop ta put the kettle on
`cos your breaking into sigh,
Then you turn for just a minute
and bloody thing`s boiled dry
Have ya ever made a Yorkshire pudding
and put it in ta cook
But cant smell the sweet aroma
so you go to have a look,
You find it in the freezer
accompanied by your purse
Then you are really getting senile
and we all must think the worst.
Please dont tell the doctor
Just carry on each day
`cos as sure as we are sitting here
we will all be dragged away
We gotta stick together
and musn`t fly in rage
It really is just natural
It`s really just old age.
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sylvia gray 4月19日 Great EntertainersGone But Not Forgotten
Jimmy Handley well that name rings a bell
Were he on the steam locamotion as well?
Didnt he have a lovely daughter called Jen
Who later ran Blue Peter her `sen
Well fat Billy Bunter he were a cad
Eat fit to bust that big belly he had
and Cardew the Cad was he there as well?
He created much storm as far as can tell
What about those Goons weren`t they daft
And sang silly songs and didnt we laugh.
Im walking backwards to Christmas
and
Yingtong tiddle eye pooh
All these people bring back memories
But whats there to do?
We have travelled the road and came up this far
And because they are now gone
We must say ta ta.
sylvia gray Two Pixiesplease turn on music and video
TWO PIXIES
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Two Pixies on a Christmas tree
Looked down and rather glum
"It`s boring hanging from this branch
It`s time we had some fun"
So they climbed up to the angel
Next to a silver bell
And proceeded with a chorus
From the carol called noel
The robin red chirped up "be still"
"Can`t you pixies see
The little baby Jesus
Is asleep beneath the tree".
They looked at one another
And they gave a wicked smile
"We`re really gonna have some fun
For a little while"
So they started the cattle lowing
The baby did awake
They heard the wisemen shouting
"Oh for goodness sake!!!
The lambs they started bleating!
The sheep jumped from their fleece
The donkey brayed "We came in here"
To get some blooming peace".
Joseph jumped up quickly
And stepped on Mary`s toes
She yelled in shock and anger
and punched a wiseman on his nose
The wisemans nose was bleeding
But the ox was there at hand
He lifted the baby from his crib
and stole his swaddling bands.
The lights were flashing on and off
To show their anger too
And Rudolph chased ole Santa
And hit him with a shoe
The baby in the manger shouted with a sob
"Shut up you blooming heatherns!!!
Or I will have a word with God.
I shall only pass this way but once
I never will again
So take heed of what I say
Goodwill and peace to men
As things settled around the tree
With not a single sound to hear
The faery waved her magic wand
and wished the world a Happy New Year.
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s gray
How Daft Is That?How Daft Is That?
Hey Gladys can yer see me glasses
I had them a while ago?
I put the chuffers down for a sec
Because I had to go.
I left em on the table
next to the chuffin light
I bet they`re there
down side of chair
So I searched with all me might.
I pulled out some frilly britches
and a dilapitated bra
and a rather old piece of paper money
that brought memories from afar
I found a silver threepenny bit
And a florin of the past
and a couple of great big penny coins
yes they were made to last.
A tanner next was brought to sight
and a fag as stale as hell
and a packet of caps that didn`t explode
and a dead spider that made me yell
I stumbled on so many things
in my treasure chest that day
I spent 4 hours a searching
and couldn`t pull away.
Gladys said dad `you are a mad un`
and yer brain it must be dead
`cos those glasses you were looking for
Are sittin on yer head
but so glad I lost them for a while
and memories came to pass
and me glasses sat upon me head
I` feel a right silly arse
Now I`ve a scab on back of hand
And my fingers swollen and fat
All because I lost me glasses
Tell me `How Daft is That`?
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sylvia gray 4月14日 Give Me PeaceGive me Peace
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I was taking a stroll without me Master
Not clapped up in lead and chains
Then a noise it drove me crackers
And it nearly blew me brains.
Hey You!!! I started barking
"Give me a peaceful stroll"!!
I started out all happy
Now I`m feeling kinda droll".
Noisy bugger! `nuff to wake the dead
Get real and give us a break
And let me walk in peace dear man
and Calm for goodness sake.
And as I walked away from him
as he stopped to voice defend
I said "and peeece on you sir"
My noisy human friend.
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sylvia gray The Lovely Haze Of Summer DaysThe Lovely Haze of Summer Days
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What is this thing with summerThat people think so nice,
Why dont they forget the birds and bees
We always pay the price.....
With crying kids that fight all day
and barking bloody dogs
And people lighting bonfires
There most unrespectful sodsMe washing hanging on the line
All bleached and looking fine
Then up blows smoke like Indians....
They do it all the time
And Old Joe blogs who lives next door
Who I really think is queer
He loves to shout so at his wife
Because he dont have no beer.....
And all the cats that walk the streets
In my garden park their arseAnd doing what comes naturally
Just when I want to mow the grass.
And bloody workman shifting gravel
to make there driveway nice
I told them to skidaddle
Because the noise is deafening and aint nice.
And what about those ice cream vans
That tinkle all the day with lots of
Screaming children following in its way.
And lawnmowers grinding up the grass
And drills that make you cringe
Like scraping chalk on old blackboard
Our peaceful rights infringe...
I think I`ll shut my windows
as smoke is is coming in
And start dreaming of those cosy nights
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sylvia gray
4月13日 Me Ded EdMe Dead `ead
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eeeeeee lads und lasses it`s great `t be back
I was sleepin like forever and forgot the blooming knack
What ever it were it n`er killed me
Might as well been dead
Nothing much was working not even in me head
But the doc he came and put me right
`t tablets are jus` fine
I thought I caught this avian flu
but no wings could i find
But me leg was dead and my feet were too
And doc took one look and said what are we to do.
Now I`m flying high and strong
`t tablts are just fine
I am on the way `t fitness now
And am feeling back in line.
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sylvia gray 4月12日 Bertha`s Last Word Bertha`s Last Word
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I really think you`re brave son
Living on the streets
With tramps a druggy vagabonds
stealing boots from off ya feet.
And pinching bag from under head
Is really is a shame
But you chose to wonder far and wide
Only got ya self to blame.
I bet ya heads all clogged with lice
and you smell just like a skunk
You beg just like a hungry dog
and your head is always drunk
So if the sally army has offered you a bed
I think tomorrow morning
They gonna wake up dead.
Ya feet are caked with dead skin
`cos you suffer athletes foot
And still ya chew your toe nails
and ya teeth are black like soot
And ya clothes are from the ragbag
that the people all discard
And yes the life that you are living
must be very hard
Just get off in the shower and wash ya body down
and get rid of all those nits and things
Or your mates wont stay around
They dont wanna cage a polecat that stinks of
body grime
And I am glad you have chose the high life
Rather yours than mine!
So I`m glad your feeling happy
At the life that you have chose
I bet your muggin old folk
To keep living I suppose
But goodbye son I say to you
Dont forget to peel ya feet
My home is so much fresher now
That you live on the street.
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sylvia gray 4月11日 Carumba!Carumbbbbbba!!!
(working on the lancashire dialect)
I went into `t `ospital
`t have a bum boil drained
but`t nurses in `t `ospital
They are a tad deranged
`tis a bit like running marathon
quite easy `jus for sum
But `t nurses keep a chasing me
`T stick needle up me bum.
I told `er I`m no pin cushion
`tis `er who`s wasting time
`er chased me round `t`bloody wards
`till i nearly lost me mind
I said thee will not catch me
So I slipped `er double quick
`Er must think that I were born las` week
`t pull that kind of trick.
I `id in cleaning cupboard
and put `t bucket on me `ed
I`wud rather suffocate me sel`
I would rather end up dead.
All went silent for a while
So I made me get away
`er came running `round `t` corner
So I ran `t other way
er caught me with me kegs down
in `t lavvy in `t gents
and I swear she bent`t needle
`cos `t pain was so immense
Now `t other one is painful
and `t nurse I `cud not foil
I `ave two that look identical
For `that nasty nurse `t spoil.
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s gray 4月9日 Ode To TerryODE to Terry Wogan
a pam ayers sound alike poem
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I like Terry Wogan and always have
Right from the program "lets fight the flab".
Remember those days when he was flat on the floor
When his fat was high and his fitness was poor
Laugh? I laughed till I dropped
As he cracked each joke and never stopped
My belly muscles they really got tight
With laughing so much as the flab I did fight.
Could do it in those days when Terry was around
But its getting so much harder, now older I found
But his eyes have a sparkle it`s the Irish in him
If he wasn`t married he ould give me a spin
Oh I stand up to Terry with his so Irish charms
While he was doing his press ups and swinging his arms
He got us all thin when workouts he did
Better than going to gym and it saved a few quid
Oh Terry my love what happened to you
To much booze and too much Irish stew
But the sparkley eyes they stay just the same
Lets all get back to the slimming game.
With you on the floor, what a grand ole site
As you flexed your muscles, to get them all right
I have tried Mr Hitleman for yoga thats true
But shall never forget the unforgettable you.
© sylvia gray Dancing The LambadaHarry`s Little Dog
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Harry`s got a little dog
It`s coat is black and brown
It has roly poly wrinkles
on it`s face that looks like frowns
It`s eyes are like a bloodhounds
and it resembles little Pug
To require such an ugly doggie
Makes my shoulders want to shrug.
His name they say is Enoch
he leaves a doggy trail
As his body`s like a sausage
and he has a funny tail.
Now Enoch was out walkies
with Harry on a lead
And he spotted a big red letterbox
and cocked his leg and peed
Now screams were heard and Enoch jumped
As a woman in red appeared
and kicked young Enoch up the rump
and then she disappeared.
The moral of this story is one I shall not tell
but dont dress like a letterbox
or you`ll get wet as well.
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sylvia gray 4月8日 Jock The CockJOCK the COCK
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I is running to get away from them
The farmer and his wife
They want to stuff me full of things
So I is running for me life!!!
They made me bed up in the oven
Just to keep me warm.
They think I is a cocky bird
And I is daft since I been born
But this old cock is clever
His IQ is quite high
I know this farmer and his wife
Wanna put me in a pie.
So they will have to try a catch me
As I will run them ragged till nearly dead
Why dont they just stop chasing me
And eat the dog instead.?
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sylvia gray Lavender Cats BallThe Lavender Cats Ball
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The Gals at angry oldies
went out to have a meet,
The night was passing beautiful
As the ring was made complete.
They chuckled oh so merrily
They laughed until they dropped
Their laughter rang around the town
And it never bloody stopped.
The cops were called and set the scene
5 drunks were taken in
The women swore at the coppers
and said our patience is wearing thin.
Just let us girls have some fun
And please leave us alone
Go out and chase the robbers
`cos we aint going home.!
The coppers looked and thought awhile
while scratching at their head
We`ll let you old age pensioners go
If you promise to go bed
Not on your Nelly Magsy said
What do you take us for?
And up stepped Bet with smile on face
As she sauntered through the door.
"What `ave we `ere"? the copper said
As she was dressed in feather boah
Said Jessie on a cheerful note
"Do you wanna see some more?"
In walks Vee with devil look
Dressed in soft black leather
with long black boots and menacing whip
You could have knocked `em over with a feather.
And Sylvi laughed to see their face
And couldn`t hold it anymore
She had to let her draws down
And she p***** upon the floor.
Such hearty fun the ladies had
That they all fell in a heap
In the the place where all the coppers were
They all fell fast asleep.
So quietness dawned for just a while
And peace fell on the men
Until the cock was crowing
Then they all started up again.
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