Longevity
I asked an old lady of 103
What’s the secret of your Longevity
Listen very carefully my young man
Then so very softy she began
On Monday the Milkman delivered the milk
And I wore a negligee trimmed with pure silk
On Tuesday coalman with coal in his sacks
And I wore some sexy super tight slacks
On Wednesday the postman would knock on the door
Come in my dear I’m here on the floor
On Thursday the husband from number 8
I told my sister don’t worry he’s just a mate
On Friday Albert the fish man would bring me the fish,
I tell you my boy he was a bit of a dish
Saturday was a day with WI
When we started talking the time didn’t half fly.
Sunday should have been a day of rest
But I kept that for hubby, because he was the best.
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