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Son Of Mine
Now I know what you were doing
All those late nights at the circus
Why you were always home late
On that very late last bus
Saying you were just helping out
Providing eggs for the clowns
For their custard pies
That’s why you were piling on the pounds
You were just playing me for a fool
A real gullible dumbo
When all this time you were having it off
Behind by back with Jumbo
Besides it bears no resemblance to me
It hasn’t got my eyes and square jaw
Though looking at it more closely
It has the nose of the mother in law
And wow, it seems to be well hung
No way can it be considered small
You know? The more and more I look
Maybe he is my son after all
All those late nights at the circus
Why you were always home late
On that very late last bus
Saying you were just helping out
Providing eggs for the clowns
For their custard pies
That’s why you were piling on the pounds
You were just playing me for a fool
A real gullible dumbo
When all this time you were having it off
Behind by back with Jumbo
Besides it bears no resemblance to me
It hasn’t got my eyes and square jaw
Though looking at it more closely
It has the nose of the mother in law
And wow, it seems to be well hung
No way can it be considered small
You know? The more and more I look
Maybe he is my son after all
Published 28th May 2013
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28th May 2013 5:02pm
And a very good ho ho was had by all! Using a wordless postcard to build a story took a lot of imagination mate well done! I use jokes sometimes. ;-)
