Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair,
and loved to charge around the nursing home,
taking corners on one wheel
and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors.
Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic
the other residents tolerated her and some of them actually joined in.
One day Ethel was speeding up one corridor
when a door opened and Kooky Clarence
stepped out with his arm outstretched.
'STOP!,' he shouted in a firm voice.
'Have you got a license for that thing?'
Ethel fished around in her handbag
and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper
and held it up to him.
'OK' he said,
and away Ethel sped down the hall.
As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel,
weird Harold popped out in front of her
and shouted 'STOP!
Have you got proof of insurance?'
Ethel dug into her handbag,
pulled out a drink coaster
and held it up to him.
Harold nodded and said
'On your way, Ma'am.'
As Ethel neared the final corridor,
Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her,
Butt-Naked, and holding
his 'You-Know-What' in his hand.
'Oh, good grief,' yelled Ethel,
'Not that Damn Breathalyzer Test again.!!!'
and loved to charge around the nursing home,
taking corners on one wheel
and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors.
Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic
the other residents tolerated her and some of them actually joined in.
One day Ethel was speeding up one corridor
when a door opened and Kooky Clarence
stepped out with his arm outstretched.
'STOP!,' he shouted in a firm voice.
'Have you got a license for that thing?'
Ethel fished around in her handbag
and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper
and held it up to him.
'OK' he said,
and away Ethel sped down the hall.
As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel,
weird Harold popped out in front of her
and shouted 'STOP!
Have you got proof of insurance?'
Ethel dug into her handbag,
pulled out a drink coaster
and held it up to him.
Harold nodded and said
'On your way, Ma'am.'
As Ethel neared the final corridor,
Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her,
Butt-Naked, and holding
his 'You-Know-What' in his hand.
'Oh, good grief,' yelled Ethel,
'Not that Damn Breathalyzer Test again.!!!'
