| A fellow who had a degree in Catering Technology Said “You really should try it It’s so on your diet You’ll be as slim, as a leaf on that tree!” |
A fellow who had a degree
Could get you one too, for a fee: ‘With a Bachelor of Art You can make out you’re smart But it’s more for the full MSc’ |
| A woman who had a degree In freezing out poor company Used her most frosty glare And her teeth she would bare To all those she deemed lacked pedigree. |
A gal who was partial to gin,
Would lick every drop from her chin.
Shrugging off the affliction
When accused of addiction;
"That's a slur!" she would say, with a grin.
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A woman whose fingers were green
From a regular gardening routine
Suddenly pulled up a gourd
And then shouted “Oh Lord!”
For its shape was quite frankly obscene
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A lady was clipping her hedge
When she made up her mind with a pledge
To grow pulses and beans
Some parsnips and greens
For she loved nothing more than her veg.
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A lady from W.I.
Had her eye firmly fixed on her guy
Though his fingers were green
She was clearly quite keen
And would covet his spade with a sigh.
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When judging the gardening prize
An important criteria is size
And it’s vital to note
That what gets the best vote
Is the one that’s a sight for sore eyes.
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