A mathematician called Fred Was having some problems in bed His floppy part was short of loves So his wife took up knitting gloves. He buried himself in Pythagoras Until hearing of Viagra on a bus He went shopping with gusto on the net For his lusto need not be over yet. They loved in Tescos and the Woods Now Fred could always give the goods At last their lives seemed just fine And his wife sold the knitting twine. But there's a side effect with *Viagra Besides the one we know It causes high pressure in the bladder Which bursts out when you 'go'. So for Fred now problem two began When one day standing before the pan Letting nature take its course He shot backwards with great force. At high speed he hit a wall Causing a heavy rad to fall It landed tap first in his crutch And damaged his organ rather much. Badly injured in intensive care He had major surgery there, He left with a void where once was meat Which made his pills quite obsolete. *allegedly
Tag: Bed
The Hole
There is a hole in all our lives now
because he went away
he was the sort of friend you treasure
and want forever to stay.
We miss his fulsome greetings
always certain to banish gloom
and the single minded quest for food
brought laughter to any room.
Only with us for a short time
fewer years than what is fair
we still look towards his bed each day
and expect him to be there.
So there's this hole in our lives now
and will be evermore
a very large and definite void
….in the shape of a Labrador.
31st August 2013