There’s plenty of queued words waiting to rest.
A few too many words and you’ll be a pest.
You’ll have a good night’s rest after you feel Betty.
There’s no jokes without a liar
Don’t prick your own navel.
Men have had trouble controlling the organ.So we will play a CD instead on Sundays as it’s the Lord’s Day.
If ill please do not come to the Ball.Stay at home or pay with your health.
You’ll feel better after a good knight’s quest.
Never flog your own knave.
He married her on a fun day.
A rolling throne gathers the lost.
A carolling stone reveres the past.
Jonah liked the seaside best.He had no choice.Free holidays and no work.
Noah was always at sea too.Until a dove scolded him.It was called Olive.
As for Daniel he liked Africa where he was lionised.
Moses liked sunny holidays as he spent 40 years in a desert and died when he heard they had to go home.I know the feeling only too hell.
Too many rebukes spoil the atmosphere.
To see or not to see.That is the acid test.
Many bands make light music.A few make it weighty
He wants a mound of fish.
After he died, I got his tensions.So I writhe a lot to make ends sweet.
Men kept staring at her until she was read all over.
Why do women want to discuss their digits?
A poet of note,she wrote a few good comets and starred in the park.
Hark,the Jarrow marchers sang.
Is this the sand I see before me? Sinai?
Is this a Jagger I see before me in Cuba?
Henry 8th had six wives hence Henry 9th will have seven or six and three quarters depending on whether it’s an arithmetic progression or a proportion.If he has six and three quarters one must have no head.That fits.That’s maths for you.
Love it or mate with it.
I texted the Lord.Can I hate it?
How my heart sings 