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Post by Nuala Bowtitt on Jul 27, 2008 17:06:11 GMT
THE FAR OFF REACHES OF DUNOON
The girlfriend’s gone off on her own And left me in a nursing home In the far off reaches of Dunoon She went and packed my car With tartan kilt and red guitar And set off on the long road to Dunoon In the summertime….
Help me, help me, help me break away-ay I’ve got a big fat matron tryin’ to make me stay But I hate the antiseptic smell Floating round this padded cell In the far off reaches of Dunoo-oon In the summertime…..
My girl has found another man. I can see her now in his little white van, Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty And I’m stuck in here Longing for an ice cold beer While the two of them are off to Troon In the summertime……
Save me, save me, save me from the touch Of the rectal thermo in that nurse’s clutch. Even if she used a daffodil I’d still feel like a great big dil-do In the far off reaches of Dunoo-oon In the summertime…..
As evening falls, I have to laugh At a very welcome change of staff Lining two abreast outside my door. It seems My prowess as a caber lord Has run like wildfire round the ward Now they’re here from all parts of Dunoon In the summertime………..
Help me, help me, help me find the strength To make up in girth for what I lack in length Cos this may well be the place for me To live a life of luxury In the far off reaches of Dunoo-oon In the summertime………..
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Post by paul Zernikazof on Jul 27, 2008 18:12:24 GMT
Brilliant, Nuala that is superb and so well done
pZ xx
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Post by Dinah Boordum on Jul 28, 2008 1:04:41 GMT
Seconded PZ, absolutely bl@@dy excellent Nuala!!
;D
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Post by TerriTalks on Jul 30, 2008 19:08:15 GMT
Hi Nuala Brilliant as always, Loved it! Love & Hugs TerriTalks xxxx
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