Some men only want a warm place to lay pipe.
They will revel in the touch of lips on satin...
Compasses in hands across the land;
Let us gather around and make a plan...
Who likes bugs?
They hide everywhere in our house; in your hair...
Summer holidays,
oh what fun...
Sitting on the loo...
What is this placed on my plate?
A slime of what looks to be alive...
I hate Google maps
I love to discover...
Half Past Four
At half past four, the evening news will announce...
Where to start is not quite clear
so many things locked up in here...
I'm up the creek
Without a paddle...
I'm just a cold mess
As hard as they come...
Your so under my skin
You get on my nerves...