The Edmondson Blog

Defined as those you can tell your mother.

A confused driving student one night
Made a left by mistake at the light.
Then she turned left twice more,
With intent to be sure,
For she knew that three wrongs make a right.

On the chest of a barmaid in Sale,
Were tattooed the prices of ale,
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was the same information in Braille.

There was an old monk of Siberia
Who fancied the Mother Superior;
Each time she walked past,
He’d grab at her vast
And exquisitely rounded posterior.

For reasons obscure and unclear,
I can’t put my nose in my ear.
But if I succeed,
I’ll be happy indeed,
For I’ll finally have a career.