No-One Is Perfect

The once was a man with a long bad tongue He wrote poor lyrics and never got sung, His lengthy words were a farce They came out of his ****, Smelling like stagnate garbage of bung. She is a lady from Mersey side In need of a smack on her backside Her finger always digging To give someone a wigging she is neither clever nor dignified. A man from earth snorkels like a hog Cries like a cat and growls like a dog, A true pain in the bum Because he is scum, He lives happily in a repulsive bog. There was a lady who travels a lot She has rounded face and a beauty spot She is loud as a siren Thinking she’s Lord Byron She is Dorothy they call her Dot. There was a man who owned a yacht He was depressed and overwrought, Ladies loathed his clowning They had no time for fooling, He needed some serious food for thought. Danny was a man from the You Ess Ay A Canadian lady who liked to pray A twit from Denmark with an Italian postmark And a Kenyan who lives in Bombay.