A timid young lady went walking With a parrot that wouldn't stop talking It screeched and it squawked 'We're both being stalked' By a look-a-like of Stephen Hawking
It’s Sunday, I’ll watch Andrew Marr I like him, he’s now quite a star With questions so piercing And a style so fearsome As a journalist, he could go far
I wish it was time for my dinner, I feel that I'm getting much thinner, I could eat a dead horse With no hint of remorse And then people would call me a sinner.
A man who liked gazing at stars Caught a bus that was going to Mars He donned his space suit Stuffed his pockets with fruit And a handful of galaxy bars