I wanted mustard not custard on the pork
I said please write to Fred,not he is dead
I said double cream,not devils scream
I said he wants butter not he’s a nutter
I said IOU, not loving is taboo
Her new dress is pure milk
Her collages are a fright to withold
Can I handwash my brows?
A new tooth brush is a goodbye
What’s the latest on Horace?
We studied Freaks and Nomads at school
I gave up history for cretins
He missed out on statins
Transmigration is hard to get the rites for
Five million contortions a year
He died in the glue athletics
It’s all academic
I failed Geography for Dummies
All my food was poached on her
Am I a spy? Don’t tell a lie!