Woody

In the bar he’s cracking jokes Making fun of other folks Knows he’ll end up in the garden It’s his choice and not a hard ‘un Mobile rings he’s got a text “It’s the wife, she’s really vexed” The barman rings the final bell “Another drink?” “Oh! What the hell” Woody’s drunk (a nasty habit) Tonight he’s sleeping with the rabbit It’s something he don’t relish much To spend the night inside a hutch But bunny keeps him warm and snug Just like a furry rabbit rug He’ll sleep all night and in the morning Wakes up scratching, farting, yawning Creeping like a little mouse Makes his way into the house Boils the kettle, makes the tea “Hello my sweet, it’s only me”