HOW WAS YOUR SUNDAY NIGHT?
After seeing Danny Boy's defeat on TV,
It was apparrant the bathroom I did need.
Off I went merrily on my way,
If only I had taken more heed.
Sat on the toilet deep in thought,
I saw something out of the corner of my eye,
It was "Something" on my trouser leg,
Moving upwards my oh my.
It was big and hairy
And had eight legs.
I hate spiders small or big.
"Please go way " to God I did beg.
But it decided he;d have some fun,
As he moved closer....to my bum.
I had a spray of perfume at hand,
So sprayed his body with some.
Then I began to have my warning sign
That an Epiletic seizure was about.
There was no-one around that I knew
So it was useless to scream and shout.
The effects of the perfume was beginning to work,
Very slowly it's movments began.
As it got closer to the top of my leg.
I jumped off and it fell into the pan.
I quickly flushed the toilet,
Shaking from head to toe.
The night Danny Boy got defeated
What I went through one will ever know..
I took some medication ,
To ward off an impending fit.
By the time I got to the lounge,
I felt I needed a "S..T"