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Monthly Archives: July 2016
A novice while skiing off-piste Once muddled his west and his east. He flew off the edge Of a rather high ledge And returned with his skis somewhat creased.
Cried an out-of-work actress: ‘Disaster! I’ve broken my leg – it’s in plaster.’ Said her agent: ‘Too bad. Still, she ought to be glad That someone has finally “cast” her.’
Michèle left her native Ardèche For Paris, all dewy and fresh. But she soon lost her purity To a man from the Sûreté Who taught her the joys of the flesh.
I’m sick of the cold and the rain And the wind and the mud in the lane. As usual the summer Has turned out a bummer And I wish it was winter again.