Tuesday Titter - and a poem

Wishing everyone a very good morning

WOW! WE HAVE ALEX BACK HERE

WELCOME HOME!!!!

And......Excellent news from Phil...

The consultant saw him yesterday and says he is amazed at how quickly he is recovering. I believe CT scans have been OK too, but we'll wait for Phil to give you the full story.

In short...he could be home by the end of the week!

 

Now...ever since Bev started on the 'boobs' theme I can't seem to stop the boob blogs here;

 

Today we have a boob test:

WHICH ONES ARE YOURS?

Yes John..we're asking you too!

 

 

And now for some culture:

A Poem by Pam Ayres

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers,

Not flashed them to boys

behind the school lockers,

Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers,

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.

 

'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning.

It's Nature's revenge for all that sinning,

And those dirty memories are rapidly dimming,

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.

 

'Cos tits can be such troublesome things

When they no longer bounce, but dangle and swing.

And although they go well with my Bingo wings,

I wish I'd looked after me tits.

 

When they're both long enough to tie up in a bow,

When it's not the sweet chariot that swings low,

When they're less of a friend and more of a foe,

Then I wish I'd looked after me tits.

 

When I was young I got whistles and hoots,

From the men on the site to the men in the suits,

Now me nipples get stuck in the zips on me boots,

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.

 

When I was younger I rode bikes and scooters,

Cruising around with my favorite suitors.

Now the wheels get entangled with my dangling hooters,

I wish I'd looked after me tits.

 

When they follow behind and get trapped in the door,

When they're less in the air and more near the floor,

When people see less of them rather than more,

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me tits.