and this made me laugh
A White Rose without a Prick
by Neil Stuart(Gloria's brother-in-law)
(from Lancashire)
(a Northerner)
(also thoughly good egg)
(ahem)
I wanna be your air-freshener,
you can breathe me in.
I will be your baked bean,
You can be my tin.
I wanna be your debit card, put me in your slot
I'll be your carrot if you will be my plot
Because fish without chips is like Gladys Knight without The Pips,
Scotland without heather is like bondage without leather.
A key without a lock,
A bull without a cock,
A ball without a bat,
A wedding without a hat,
A bookie without a bet,
An adolescent dream that isn't wet.
A nail without a hammer,
Tequila without a slammer.
A bullseye without a hit,
A toilet without a shit.
Davidson without Harley,
Reggae without Marley,
Eggs without bacon,
A Barbie without a steak on.
A White Rose without a Prick is like Jenny without Nic
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