I once wished my daughter had listened To advice, but instead her eyes glistened With adult desire. Now her boyfriend's a sire, And on Sunday my grandson gets christened
Our Boris is back in the saddle While Gove's up shit creek with no paddle And so come what May At the reckoning day They will meet their fates in the Eubattle.
A mathematical one I got from years back, no idea where from:
6,129,872,700,011.97425683
Six trillion one hundred and twenty Nine billion eight hundred and seventy Two million and seven Hundred thousand eleven Point nine seven four two five six eight three
Who wrote this one? In the Highlands when new moon is full Little lassies will give a hand pull After while they will suck And if you are in luck You may mount them in kilts made of wool.