Boxing's a gentleman's game
I would prefer a revolver
I could put them in salads
I no longer have the time
I can't help feeling that there was once several of us
I shall make faster progress
I shall make a list of my internal organs
After twenty years of marriage
I grew my beard
To find out why
People grow beards
I haven't the time
I've nailed down the last plank
It can't be possible
Incredible
If only I still had my old record player
Or even a radio
I wrapped it up yesterday
In the grey paper bag
We must have left it downstairs
We climbed too quickly