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It is wonderful - husband could not wait to bring it to my attention knowing how I love Prescott!!!! Ann

Pmsl !! Good old Pam hasn't lost her touch, has she? :0) Joan

Not that posh, the Telegraph...like the crossword,,,,,YOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOMiFFy,caps locked again.......

Thanks for putting the poem on here. I love Pam Ayres' poems, and I would have missed this one otherwise. Not posh enough to read the Telegraph! LOL Sue xx

~~~~~waving to sandy B~~~~~ Hiya honey xx

onemore nudge

Nudging because it is good !

thanks howie, thought it was worth sharing..

Sandy didnt have the paper so thanks to you and Pilgrim brilliant xxx

Sorry , Dan bit I did say MEN....~~~~to Muffy~~still in and our with visitors and another lot from the village turned up as well....

PMSL That is brilliant.:0) Thank you xx

*checks to see he has actually become invisble after years of trying*

Thank you ladies, are men not amused by it..? Just curious..

Very good! She just hits the nail on the head doesn't she. Must admit I used to feel a bit sorry for ole JP. Type 2 diabetes makes you cranky and tired but he had extra curricular activities in mind! Nearly as surprising as Major/Currie episode!

Pam turns up occasionally as a guest on Countdown and she is still very amusing. Marilyn

Thank you, Pilgrim Father....thought it was nice to share it..

Ha ha that's great. I have numerous pics on my phone of John alseep in the Commons.

Boy? Nah The Sun is downstairs but haven't looked at it yet. Never get the Telegraph but when I'm away on my travels I get the Daily Mail. Don't know what that says about me.

Oh. It would be lovely if somone could put it on this thread. Don't live in England, so it's the only way I'd be able to read it. Thanks. I'll pop in later on. Just going for a snack now then have to go food shopping. Cheers.

I AM READY MR PRESCOTT by Pam Ayres I am ready Mr Prescott, You can take me in your arms All these years I’ve waited, To experience your charms, So fling aside those trousers, I hope they quick release, For all that hanky panky’s Made you clinically obese. I like a man of substance, I like a man of size, Especially when I’m measuring The bags beneath their eyes, If anyone insults me I have no doubt at all You’d leap to my defence And punch the blighter through the wall. I like you Mr Prescott, A constant watch I keep To see you on the TV Sat next to Tony, fast asleep. So I’m waiting Mr Prescott My toothbrush in my bag, To see your chiselled jaw Behind the wheel of either Jag. A man like you is dangerous A man like you is trouble Just like a row of houses You demolish me to rubble With one hand on the tiller As steady as a rock And the other disappearing Up the secretary’s frock.