Post by outlaw on Jun 5, 2011 6:24:48 GMT -5
I woke up Saturday morning
I was in a right old plight
Because Friday night while I was in drink
Our lass said she wanted a bike
Well even under the influence
I should have heeded the warning
But I just laughed it off, never gave it a thought
Thinking she'll forget it by the morning
So she dragged me to a bike shop
Pushed me through the door
My stomach doing cartwheels
My bowels in total uproar
She said I want one of those Chinese jobs
Something small and nifty
Just for nipping about on
Nowt bigger than a fifty
Well I cringed a bit because our lass
Is not a genteel little model
She's the shape and weight of a barrel of beer
And she doesn't walk she waddles
She got her leg over and feet on the pegs
The suspension gave out a loud groan
I would have rang the bike Samaritans
But there was no signal on my phone
As a spectacle of humour
It would be very hard to beat
From the back a pair of hippos jaws
Were trying to eat the seat
Getting off was a picture I'll never forget
With the bike ending up on the floor
Left foot slipped out, right leg went up
She went down to a round of applause
It took some time but was finally agreed
even though she's my shining star
A bike for now is out of the question
She's going to stick to the car !!!
This is purely a figment of his imagination and in no way reflects the way he thinks or sees his wife who he loves dearly. It was also typed with one hand but the plaster cast on his right arm should be off in about six weeks and cosmetic surgery should straighten his nose when he's saved enough money.
outlaw
I was in a right old plight
Because Friday night while I was in drink
Our lass said she wanted a bike
Well even under the influence
I should have heeded the warning
But I just laughed it off, never gave it a thought
Thinking she'll forget it by the morning
So she dragged me to a bike shop
Pushed me through the door
My stomach doing cartwheels
My bowels in total uproar
She said I want one of those Chinese jobs
Something small and nifty
Just for nipping about on
Nowt bigger than a fifty
Well I cringed a bit because our lass
Is not a genteel little model
She's the shape and weight of a barrel of beer
And she doesn't walk she waddles
She got her leg over and feet on the pegs
The suspension gave out a loud groan
I would have rang the bike Samaritans
But there was no signal on my phone
As a spectacle of humour
It would be very hard to beat
From the back a pair of hippos jaws
Were trying to eat the seat
Getting off was a picture I'll never forget
With the bike ending up on the floor
Left foot slipped out, right leg went up
She went down to a round of applause
It took some time but was finally agreed
even though she's my shining star
A bike for now is out of the question
She's going to stick to the car !!!
This is purely a figment of his imagination and in no way reflects the way he thinks or sees his wife who he loves dearly. It was also typed with one hand but the plaster cast on his right arm should be off in about six weeks and cosmetic surgery should straighten his nose when he's saved enough money.
outlaw