Whosoever these shall fit (55)

Cinders, whirled around the ballroom like a demented floor polisher by the prince himself. Every woman in the room green with envy. Nothing could spoil it now!
Wait a minute, something's slipping...slipping. Can't dance with knees together - must get out! Waddle to exit quickly! Too late, gone!





Step out, walk on, don't look back!

Farewell My Love

I said I would love you forever
But you didn't play fair by me
You knew that you liked to pick toenails
And flick them towards the TV

You knew of your fondness for toejam
Which fascinates you it appears
And I'm horrified, honestly, I am
By the wax you dig out of your ears

You knew that you liked to chase bogies
Around and around in your nose
You never chose once to disclose this
How could you keep secrets like those ?

The only thing worse than your belching
I'm sorry, I just can't pretend
Is the smell of the wind that's exploding
Constantly from your rear end

I said I would love you forever
I meant every word that I said
I never thought I would leave, never
But if I don't go you'll be dead.

By Pauline

And so to bed...

I lie beside you watching as you sleep
And for your manly beauty I could weep
Recalling passion lost so long ago
Forgetting for a moment all I know






Reality steps in, my fancy stalls
As you in slumber start to scratch your balls
Without demur the same hand you then put
Around the back so you can scratch your butt

Sweet memories embracing me no more
As opening your mouth you start to snore
At last my disillusionment complete
When rudest wind erupts to raise the sheet

My dreams are dashed and driven from my head
Starting tomorrow you'll have your own bed

By Pauline

Tell me again why I married you....?

Shall I compare thee to a dew kiss't rose ?
Thou art forsooth as prickly as its thorns
But thou hast not as delicate a nose
Thy feet are ripe and bearing many corns

Thou dost appear as livid, 'tis so true
As rose of deepest red, near purple hue
Tho' in thy case 'tis likely to be due
To fondness for the local landlord's brew

So art thou some of nature's finest craft ?
A beauteous work, a pleasure to behold ?
Find one who says 'tis so and has not laugh't
And I shall surely show thee liar bold .

By Pauline