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Originally Posted by Pastor Ezekiel
No wonder God struck your vile island with a large earthquake the other day.
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Yeah...he MISSED though.
I LIKE Bub Bridger.
BLATANT RESISTANCE by Bub Bridger.
I have a new scarlet coat and
I look like a fire engine
And I don’t give a damn
One should grow old gracefully
Someone said - I don’t know who
But I’ve heard it all my life and
So have you well to hell with that
I refuse to grow old any way
But reluctantly and bold as brass
And when arthritis bites in all
My bones and sleep sulks outside
My bedroom window in the dark
I just toss and turn and scratch
And swear the hours away I’m not
Growing older--its the stupid
Betrayal of bones and flesh
That makes me feel this way but
Look at me now with springs in
My heels and the wind in my hair
Any moment I’ll start whistling
And might even dance a jig
And stop all the traffic along the
Quay wearing my new scarlet coat
And looking like a fire engine.
Ode to Jokers by Bub Bridger.
I find falling in love so easy
cos theres thousands of beautiful guys
The world is alive with the darlings
Of every colour and size
They’re there in the streets to be ogled
On foot and riding in cars
On buses and trains and on aeroplanes
In shops. At the pictures In bars.
And oh! at the beaches in summer!
All youth and shoulders and thighs....
I go down there and I sit and stare
With big dark shades on my eyes
And no-one would ever believe it
As my eyes dart about with sly stealth
They think I’m a lovely old lady--
That I’m there for the good of my health---
But I’m not.... Its the jokers I covet
All that flesh on those beautiful bones
And the smiles and the teeth and the torsos!
And all those erogenous zones!
Right now I’m ready for action
I’m dying to fall one more time
In over my head and right into bed
With a toy boy just into his prime!
So come on you gorgeous young fellas
I’d like to show you the way
With a boy about forty I could be quite naughty
So take me! And lead me astray....
I cannot of course swear to love you
To be faithful for e,er and a day
But I really am kind and will keep you in mind
If you prove that you know how to... play...
So just leave your telephone numbers
In a box you’ll find as you go
And I’ll give you all rings you lovely young things
And invite you all up for.... you know...
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Next Time Around by Bub Bridger.
My elderly body has fallen from grace
It has fallen about all over the place
There are bits of it here that ought to be there
And a hell of a lot that ought not to be anywhere.
My hair has turned white--my face is now puggish
My dentures cant bite and my sex drive is sluggish....
Time was when all men were keener than mustard
But alas now its years since anyone lusted
To get me alone in a fine feathered bed
And rock me and lock me and beg me to wed
And indeed if they did, I could not perform
My actions at best would only be lukewarm....
Now I watch all young men with eyes that are sad
Recalling the days when I drove them mad
And knowing that now I am over the hill
And with even a way,I,d not have the will....
I,ve taken to knitting,and gossip,and gin!
Theres nothing else for it--- I,ve had to give in
The curse of old age has deadened my senses
And all that was young is now in past tenses.
BUT
If there is truth in reincarnation
You bet I,ll be back! Come hellor damnation
I wont make the mistakes I made in the past
I,ll lead the good life and I,ll live it fast!
I,ll let passion sway me to swoon and give in
To beautiful men intent upon sin
I,ll quaff all the wine and I,ll pluck all the fruit
And morals and virtue can go down the chute!
I had them in this life---- I made them my goal!
And where did that get me? Down a bloody great hole!
SO BRING ON THE NEXT LIFE!
I,M READY TO R-O-O-O-L-L-L-L-L!
And the older I get,the more I like her.