Wednesday 17 January 2018

Retale therapeuticals...









Marvellous ! (Mrs Goose may have seen it elsewhere...)!

14 comments:

rvi said...


....His daughter replied:

Don't jump off the roof, dad
You'll make a hole in the yard.
Mother's just planted petunias
And the digging and weeding was hard.
So, if you must end it all, dad
Won't you please give us a break and
Just take a walk down the park, dad,
And there you can jump in the lake.

(c) Drunken Pub Song R Us Inc

Scrobs. said...

Fabulous, Reevers!

Isn't there another version somewhere too...

rvi said...


I hope this works.

But if not, please simply Google Tommy Cooper's version using the first line of the song as your search phrase.

A K Haart said...

I like it - copied it to other members of the family.

goosegirl said...

Boots. Boots. Boots. Boots. Marching up and down again.
Boots. Boots. Boots. Boots. I only want some Neurofen.
Left turn for sunburn, past the stuff that helps your piles,
Right turn by perfume, then I see they changed the isles!
There's optics, biotics, pedicures and manicures,
Vitamins and herbals, even stuff for fur-balls.
Cascara? Mascara? Neurofen - where have you gone?
Shampoo. Body wash. Now I really need to run.
Think I'll tell 'em where to stick it or I'll get a parking ticket.
Tramp. Tramp. Tramp. Tramp. Feet covered in blisters.
Stuff this lark! If I can park I'll get some from me sister's.



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rvi said...

That @Anon@ above twas I but don't ask me the my nom de plume did not register...

goosegirl said...

Brilliant! Perhaps your nom-de-plume didn't register because you couldn't find it???

Scrobs. said...

I reckon there's two of you, Reevers!

Why not just email me at scroblene ((at)) gmail.com, and I'll post it all for you. Keep your name secret if you want, I know you're really Lord Lucan in a hat...

Scrobs. said...

I think Reevers plume de ma tante is a bit of a variance on his medication, Goosey, can you register a bit of your bedside manner for him, then just - er - pop round here for a bit..;0)

Anonymous said...

Sad news

Mon postillion a ete frappe par un coup de foudre.

(Serves him right for stealing my pen!).

rvi said...

AGHH - it has done it again.

I think our host has been fiddling with his equipment....

goosegirl said...

rvi - don't worry, help is at hand! I'll just fluff up my plumage then wing over to you to correct your riding position but only if you let me partake some of your foudre. I presume it is VAT-free!

rvi said...


Happily, nothing to do with MY riding position. That idiot postillion fell off the back of the stagecoach when the lightning struck him. Alas poor Yorick, I knew him reasonably well...

... and now I must away to my Club (where I hear there is plenty of crumpet on the menu today).