Two women go to a bar one of them is getting over a bad relationship, and drinks a little too much ... Her friend coaxes her to leave coming out ... a very unattractive man looks at her with contempt, " You are disgustingly drunk ..... She says "you sir are disturbingly ugly but ... In the morning I will be sober " ...........................

Winter Pleasures
I hate
To skate.



Ski
Not for me.



Lugeing
I do not find amusing


I would go a long way
Rather than sleigh.
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I will construct an abominable snowman
For no man.


In short, though I am told
It is very healthy to be cold,

I consider ice
Far from nice.

And to the question, “Do you like snow?”
My answer is definitely “No!”

Good bye Winter ... Welcome Spring

Good Night All

 

 

The Sheriff in a small town walks out in the street and sees a
blonde Cowboy coming down the walk with nothing on but his cowboy hat,
gun, and his boots, so he arrests him for indecent exposure.

To all My special grab girls

 

 

Albert Down Under
by Marriott Edgar

Albert were what you'd call "thwarted".
He had long had an ambition, which...
Were to save up and go to Australia,
The saving up that were the hitch.

He'd a red money box on the pot shelf,
A post office thing made of tin,
But with him and his Dad and the bread knife,
It never had anything in.

He were properly held up for bobbins,
As the folk in the mill used to say,
Till he hit on a simple solution -
He'd go as a young stowaway.

He studied the sailing lists daily,
And at last found a ship as would do.
"S.S. Tosser:, a freighter from Fleetwood,
Via Cape Horn to Wooloomooloo.

He went off next evening to Fleetwood,
And found her there loaded and coaled,
Slipped over the side in the darkness,
And downstairs and into the hold.

The hold it were choked up with cargo,
He groped with his hands in the gloom,
Squeezed through bars of what felt like a grating,
And found he had plenty of room.

Some straw had been spilled in one corner,
He thankfully threw himself flat,
He thought he could hear someone breathing,
But he were too tired to fret about that.

When he woke they were out in mid-ocean,
He turned and in light which were dim,
Looked straight in the eyes of a lion,
That were lying there looking at him.

His heart came right up in his tonsils,
As he gazed at that big yellow face.
Then it smiled and they both said together,
"Well, isn't the world a small place?"




The lion were none other than Wallace,
He were going to Sydney, too.
To fulfil a short starring engagement
In a cage at Taronga Park Zoo.

As they talked they heard footsteps approaching,
"Someone comes" whispered Wallace, "Quick, hide".
He opened his mouth to the fullest,
And Albert sprang nimbly inside.

'Twere Captain on morning inspection,
When he saw Wallace shamming to doze,
He picked up a straw from his bedding,
And started to tickle his nose.

Now Wallace could never stand tickling,
He let out a mumbling roar,
And before he could do owt about it,
He'd sneezed Albert out on the floor.

The Captain went white to the wattles,
He said, "I'm a son of a gun".
He had heard of beasts bringing up children,
But were first time as he'd seen it done.

He soon had the radio crackling,
And flashing the tale far and wide,
Of the lad who'd set out for Australia,
Stowed away in a lion's inside.

The quay it were jammed with reporters,
When they docked on Australian soil.
They didn't pretend to believe it,
But 'twere too good a story to spoil.

And Albert soon picked up the language,
When he first saw the size of the fruit,
There was no more "by gum" now or "Champion",
It were "Whacko!", "Too right!" and "You beaut!".

They gave him a wonderful fortnight,
Then from a subscription they made,
Sent him back as a "Parcel for Britain",
Carriage forward, and all ex's paid