Ode To Brenda
Brenda is pretty, Brenda is sweet
She’s not very big, in fact she’s petite.
Brenda’s creative, now that’s a surprise
She has a good wit and has opened my eyes.
She’s cruel to a point,, my blunder she extols,
The trouble I have with some toilet rolls.
They roll from my waistband and not from the holder
Tyrone only noticed when he looked over my shoulder.
The last time I saw her she was just a scrubber
Now what example is that, and her a grandmother.
her husband walked into the room, her bottom he could see
Sticking up in the air, but where was she?
He rushed to the oven, the door open wide
And there was Brenda kneeling inside.
Brenda my love he cried ... I’m sorry whatever
Take your head out the oven and I’ll make it better.
What are talking about she cried and removed her head,
The scrubbing brush in hand she looked at him and said.
This is the cupboard I’m giving a scrub
The ovens electric and it would do no good.
Thanks goodness for that he said in relief,
The meters being read and I don’t want the grief.
The cupboard is clean for when the grandson arrives
We need somewhere to put him, so we can survive.
GG 2012
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