Friday, 3 May 2013
Monday, 29 April 2013
One day, he squealed like a sweltering piglet;
another, he sighed like the wind in a cave.
He said to his children at breakfast ‘You’re stupid!’
and grunted like Rambo when pushing his car.
Later, he whistled his way to the boozer;
at night-time, he snored like a didgeridoo
He said to his children at breakfast ‘I love you!’
and cried when his missus then told him the news.