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007 In Retirement
(with acknowledgements to Cubby Broccoli)
We’ve a new allotment holder
Just retired from MI6
Wears a Beretta on his shoulder
Calls our lady members “chicks”
Drives a silver coloured DB5
He won’t get much in that
When he has to transport compost
From his Docklands penthouse flat
He takes his Martini shaken,
In his shed he keeps a score
Of days spent with psych...
Wednesday 16th April 2025 11:19 am
The UkeFest
Just because you can play it doesn’t mean you should
I’m talking about After the Goldrush or Before the Flood
or anything by The Eagles, Paul Simon and Stormzy
Keep these artists separate from your ukulele
Just because you know the words don’t mean you can sing
Paul Rogers is Bad Company, leave Fields of Gold to Sting
Give Roy Orbison numbers a miss
Don’t kid yourself you...
Friday 30th August 2024 9:06 am
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