Two tramps spend a long time in wait. "Let's go," one says, "Godot is late." "I'm sure that he'll come," Says the other, face glum. They don't move, but continue to wait.
Please guide me, by thy steadfast hand A pilgrim through this barren land You're mighty, I'm weak Deliv'rance I seek And food evermore's what I've planned.
Tom Cromwell served Henry (mark 8) Juggling life, limb and law for the state Though for long years traduced His repute's now been spruced - for the next episode, we can't wait!
An Easter limerick: I remember the stable that night God's birth was a hideous fright If you crossed him you'd choke And he'd think it a joke But we've got him nailed up now, all right.
A very disrespectful, and potentially offensive retelling of the Easter story - hell, here I come (not that you exist). You have been warned!
Hidden textWe killed him, then waited a minute / Took him down, found a tomb, stuck him in it / Rolled a boulder in front / And then somehow that **** / Survived! Now that's magic, innit!
Unashamedly stolen from my Aunty Maureen, who has Scottish parents. A young fellow called Cholmondeley Colquhoun Once kept as a pet a babolquhoun His mother said, "Cholmondeley Do you think it quite colmondeley To feed your babolquhoun with a spolquhoun?"