By Pam Ayres 

 Oh, I wish I'd looked after me dear old knockers,

Not flashed them to boys behind the school lockers, 

Or let them get fondled by randy old dockers, 

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me ****. 'Cos now I'm much older and gravity's winning. 

It's Nature's revenge for all that sinning, 

And those dirty memories are rapidly dimming, 

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me **** 'Cos **** can be such troublesome things 

When they no longer bounce, but dangle and swing. 

And although they go well with my Bingo wings, I wish I'd looked after me ****. 

When they're both long enough to tie up in a bow, 

When it's not the sweet chariot that swings low, 

When they're less of a friend and more of a foe, Then I wish I'd looked after me ****. 

When I was young I got whistles and hoots, 

From the men on the site to the men in the suits, 

Now me nipples get stuck in the zips on me boots, 

Oh, I wish I'd looked after me ****. When I was younger I rode bikes and scooters, 

Cruising around with my favourite suitors. 

Now the wheels get entangled with my dangling hooters, 

I wish I'd looked after me ****. 

When they follow behind and get trapped in the door, 

When they're less in the air and more near the floor, 

When people see less of them rather than more, Oh, I wish I'd looked after me ****.

                Posted with PiAnt in mind   

Oh! P'Gav, are you ok? seem you are going to be a bad boy ...lol... be strong kha ...lol...

You can't beat a couple of fried eggs for breakfast.

Still thinking of what to say Gav,lol

lol

Talok mak......

had actually heard that PiAnts favourite pub was 'The Dockers Arms'!!!

55555555 "Now me nipples get stuck in the zips on me boots " !!! LMAO that's funny Gav! :D

Its hard to read a Pam Ayres poem without including her accent...

..the image in my mind of PiAnts perky nipples is making me feel a bit off colour.... I'll go have a quiet lie down...