Here's one from Milton Jones.Q. Does your wife have a job?A. Hmmm...It's not easy to say actually. She sells sea shells on the seashore.
An Australian Love Poem.......
Of course I love ya darlinYou're a bloody top-notch birdAnd when I say you're gorgeousI mean every single word
So ya bum is on the big sideI don't mind a bit of flabIt means that when I'm readyThere's somethin there to grab
So your belly isn't flat no moreI tell ya, I don't careSo long as when I cuddle yaI can get my arms round ya there
No Sheila who is your ageHas nice round perky breastsThey just gave in to gravityBut I know ya did ya best
I'm tellin' ya the truth nowI never tell ya liesI think it's very sexyThat you've got dimples on ya thighs
I swear on nanna's grave nowThe moment that we metI thought you was as good asI was ever gonna get
No matter what u look likeI'll always love ya dearNow shut up while the rugby's onAnd fetch another beer