You hen pecked heckled ham hock spock.
Double duvet devan dovetailed doormat.
Five bean chilli silly billy no mates.
Second rate, third plate state.
You’d be a very boring book for want of a spine.
You sir are bereft of self esteem.
Hobnail boots; licked clean.
Pick and mix? You’re the dusty bits
You only eat meat out of the sea.
What I’d do if I were you?
Oh, I wouldn’t ask me.