I Don’t Know

I don’t know how to tell a joke,

About a girl who knew a bloke.

I don’t know when it all began,

Her name was Liz and his was Dan,

Friends tried to say but no one can

Exactly when it all began.

I don’t know who they thought they were
The girl with him and him with her

And did they even really care

That what they did was just not fair.

I don’t know what was in his head,
Apart from tits and sex and bed,

And did he think about his wife,

And how this ‘fun’ would wreck his life?

(He could have bought a garden shed

And read a girly mag instead!)

I don’t know why he felt the need

To play away and sow his seed

With someone who he hardly knew

Who may have herpes, thrush or flu,

Who wouldn’t sew or clean or cook

And prob’ly never read a book

I don’t know where it all went wrong

Or whether it went on for long

But when the sex and lust grew thin

He decided she was rather dim.

And then he thought about his wife

And what meant more to him in life...

BUT…

I DO know I don’t want him back,

From husband role he’s had the sack.

He’s had his way, now that’s for sure,

The exit’s there, he’s shown the door.

So now there’s just the dog and me

And there’s a reason now you’ll see

I don’t know how to tell a joke,

About a girl who knew a bloke!