I had an admirer last year
In the bus queue at me he did stare.
Beautiful eyes
He said ,very nice.
He was lonesome and loved women fair.
Later he said,beautiful lady.
Don’t worry, it was nothing shady.
He was Greek,don’t you see
And he was lonely for me.
His wife had just died on that Mayday.
Some relations believe I have a queue
Of admirers who wait for a cue.
But it’s all fantasy
Because,don’t you see
About romance I have no clue.
Yet if a man wants a cripple
Who can see with one eye, and that’s subtle.
Send me your details,
Your phone and your email;
But you need to be extra supple.
I prefer men with noses quite big
And I blush to admit,love a cig.
For my daddy smoked
And the smell filled his coat.
So it turns me on my wooden leg.
How my heart sings 