Monday, June 29, 2009

An oldie but I love it!

Oh, I Wish I'd Looked After Me Tits
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 favourite 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

I just love this poem and received it again on email today.

NO formal confirmation of my job yet but I've had enough 'comments' today to let me know I have been successful!!! The appointments have to be signed off by GM first so maybe tomorrow! I better start accumulating boxes ... oh my god I'm moving!!!!****AGAIN

2 comments:

Draffin Bears said...

Hi Karen,

It is a goodie isn't it!
I love listening to Pam reading it to.

Still have my fingers crossed for you. Have a good Tuesday.

Hugs
Carolyn

GRACE said...

so true (and funny) but the real downer is when you lean over the stove and they get burned! OWWWWW