by Siderius Nuncious

Robin Somes wrote:

>Well I've been dying to observe, as Paul Simon did, that there must be
>50 ways to love your weever. Still, never mind, eh.

Just nip down the pub, chub,
And go on the lam, clam,
Don't pull a long face, dace,
Just listen to me;
Keep dodgin' the search, perch,
And keep yourself hid, squid,
Oh, what are you *like*, pike -
Just set yourself free.

Just let yourself out, trout,
It's good for a lark, shark,
Oh, don't be a prat, sprat,
Just listen to me;
Adopt a new rôle, sole,
Don't put on the brake, hake,
Just give me the nod, cod,
And set yourself free....

>
>You've lost that loving eeling....
>

I am still waiting for Ann Summers to open a shop slightly west of here
called Sexual Ealing.
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Sid
Shepherds Bush, West London