My love life at home is very apt
Considering the Ice Dancer I am
As we begin with the compulsories
Followed by the short program
My love life at home is very apt
Considering the Ice Dancer I am
As we begin with the compulsories
Followed by the short program
Our star sprinter is not a looker
But that doesn’t
bother us
We still cheer him to
the rafters
But we do call him
FastHidious
A man spilt all his Scrabble tiles
It happened in a
heartbeat
Leaving letters
all over the road,
"Well that's the word on the street?"
My dog ate all the Scrabble tiles
When they were spilt on the mat
And for days he kept leaving
Little messages around the flat
When I was growing up in the
sixties we lived in North London and one of the things I really loved to do was
to go swimming and we were quite well fixed for pools in the area and I would
swim until the chlorinated water left my eyes red and sore.
But of all the pools I swam
in, the one I loved to swim in most of all was the Durnsford Road Lido,
especially during the summer months.
It was only sixpence to get
in and for that paltry sum you could stay all day long, which of course I did
and I would spend as many days of the holidays there as I could, playing with
friends and watching Mad Jack stunt diving off the high platform.
When I first started to go
there it was just a joy to spend all the time in the sparkling water.
As I got older, I would come
to appreciate the many delicacies on which to feast the eyes upon, delicacies
invisible to the eye of the eleven-year-old boy who first visited the pool.
On one particular visit after
I’d got the maximum value from my sixpence and enjoyed a full day in the pool, I
was getting changed and I caught sight of something quite disturbing as an old
man stepped out of the shower.
Though when I say he was an
old man I should point out that from the perspective of a teenage boy everyone
over twenty was old.
But just as he passed me he
lowered his towel, though not in a pervy way, and he revealed the biggest
scrotum I had ever seen, before or since, not that I had seen a lot of scrota
and those I had seen belonged to my peer group so were somewhat pink and
hairless.
But not only was this old
man’s scrotum huge it was also purple, in fact it looked like a large purple
boxing glove.
I was taken aback by the
extraordinary spectacle but with my limited knowledge of old men’s genitalia I
was left to conclude that I was destined to acquire a large purple ball bag of
my own one day, and as I stood there holding my speedos in front of my
shrivelled specimen I thought
“If I’m going to get one like
that, then I’m definitely going to need bigger trunks”
Do lazy people exercise?
I happen to think probably not
But if they did something
It would be a Diddly-squat
Today I added insult onto injury
To a recovering paragliding enthusiast
As they lay motionless in Casualty
When I wrote something rude on his cast
When they finally reach old age
Men chase golf balls
Because they’re too old to chase
Anything else at all
You have to feel sorry for Phil Neville
Compared to Gary, he
was a lesser player
Now he would also appear
to be
Second best as a
football commentator
If he entered a Phil
Neville lookalike contest
He would finish second
to his brother
Beer and football are
As
exciting for me
As
handbags and shoes
Are
for you, really
A young woman golfer had just started
Her round, when she was stung by a Bee,
It was so painful she abandoned the game
And returned to the clubhouse for sympathy
Her golf pro saw her as she returned
And wondered why she was back so early
So he went to ask her what was wrong
And she told him “'I was stung by a Bee”
“Oh dear, that’s
awful” he said “Where?”
He was sympathetic right from the start
“Between the first and second hole”
She replied wincing at the stings smart.
He nodded knowingly and said
“Then your feet were too far apart”
Are you wearing football boots?
Well I can see you’re ready to play
I have just one small criticism
Namely we’re playing Golf today
A Spanish golfer was stabbed
Not multiple wounds,
just the one
But nobody knew just
exactly
Who it was made a hole
in Juan
One of the teams at the Olympics
Made a clean sweep
good and proper
Taking the Gold,
Silver and bronze
As well as all the
lead and copper
He was a serious swimmer
And was in the pool
constantly
But his progress was
halted
In his lane, by an
elderly lady
“How long must I wait?”
he asked
She replied “until I
finish my pee”
It had rained for days on end
The pitch had had its
fill
So much so that the
turf moved
But the scrum stayed
still
Nothing surprised me more
About the 2012
Olympics
Than the opening
ceremony
It was astonishingly
good
I must admit I had my
doubts
I feared a parade of
stretch Limos
Disgorging scores of
scantily clad
Essex girls wearing
plastic tiaras
And a climax of the
ceremony
Would have been a
group
Of Hurray Henrys from
the city
Dropping their
trousers
And farting out a
rendition
Of Rule Britannia
Before one of the bare
arsed brokers
Would use an Olympic
torch
To light a fart
And subsequently
ignite
The Olympic flame
Are you wearing a replica shirt?
So what team is it you support?
I don’t recognise the badge
The international sailing results are in
The GB took the gold medal once again
While Somalia took a middle-aged couple
Who were on holiday from Colerain
At the Olympics the Romanians
Made a clean sweep
good and proper
Taking the Gold,
Silver and bronze
As well as all the
lead and copper
Six banned Wheelchair athletes
From the Paralympics
team GB
Were found to have
tested positive
He did not in anyway
Cut a dash
His skinny legs
Hung below his shorts
Like two pieces
Of knotted string
And yet he ran
Like a gazelle
I’ve just found out about the clean and jerk
I don’t mind saying I
feel a bit of a burke
In fact I doubt I
could feel any dafter
Because I generally
clean mine after
We have a midfield General
Highly talented but
temperamental
A hard working terrier
But on a bad day he’s
just mental
If the “Gimme Putt”
Is the best you can do
Then I would have to
say
That Golfs not for you
The crowd went wild
And the opposition
reeled
As the Chicago Bugs
Won again at Wriggly
Field
WILLIAM ANTHONY "BILL" FOULKES - (5 JANUARY 1932 – 25 NOVEMBER 2013)
Go now Bill
Lay down the captain’s
armband
You’ve earned your
rest
Our tower of strength
Straight backed
Rugged and dependable
Take your place
Among your equals
And be at peace
Your strong facade
Oft betrayed
By sadness in your
eyes
The sadness of
survival
So go now Bill
And join the babes
You’ve missed so much
And take your place
Among immortals
My Dad doesn’t go to the gym
And he hasn’t yet come
unstuck
As he gets all the
exercise he needs
Entirely by pushing my
luck
Our team play at an historic ground
We on the terraces all
proudly roar
All the visiting fans
shout in reply
That it’s an old run
down eye sore
If your practice swing
Is the best you can do
Then I would have to
say
That Golfs not for you
Batsmen wear a protective box
In order to ensure
That the bowler cannot
Rearrange his furniture
The first testicular protection
Known as a "box" was introduced
In 1874
Whereas the first cranial protection
Known as a “helmet” was introduced
In 1974
So it only took a hundred years
For Cricketers to figure out the score
That balls shouldn’t be more
Important than brains anymore
At this year’s insect Super Bowl
The quarterback played dismally
Rimsky-Korsakov dropped the ball
It was the plight of the fumble Bee
As a multi sports club Grasshopper
Club Zürich are
just the ticket
They play a large
number of sports
Though funnily
enough Not Cricket
John McEnroe once said,
And I completely
agree,
That “The older we get
The better we used to
be”
An affair between a Sportscaster
And my wife was my
suspicion
And when I found them,
they were
In the commentary
position
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