A Day on the Beach

A Day on the Beach

I was sitting in a deckchair on the beach
When I heard this God-awful screech
It were a little nipper
Who then hit me with a kipper
But the little sod was out of reach

I’m getting on and this isn’t fun
To get the run-around by a mini hun
Called my wife a floozy
He’d be kicking up daisies
Or he would if I had a gun

That’s the trouble with the youth today
A case of no work and all play
Now the little bastard’s back
Waving the Union Jack
And shouting “Êtes-vous francais?’


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