In terms of the old *******
I much prefer diving to fingers,
The benefit being
You stop yourself seeing
The frightening face of the mingers.
I've scolded men enough in my rhymes. It's only fair in equality practice to bash women. Metaphorically. In a light-hearted way that hopefully doesn't ruffle feminist feathers.
Not that feminists have feathers... more a leathery texture, perhaps...
I'm kidding. I love women. I own three.
Joke. I love my wife. We've been together eighteen years.
Fair enough, she's been dead for seventeen years, eleven months but hey, I love the bones of her.
Joke. She's still alive. But I might not be when she reads this...
