Ok Ya ready eh eh??

CHEESCAKES!

(oh lord)
Cheesecakes

Out of the box, and placed on the side,
The joy on my face I just cannot hide.
I pick up a cold plate, open the drawer,
And take out a fork I've used many times before.
First things first, the cake needs to be cut,
Onto the plate, is where it is put.
With the plate full of cake, I take a seat,
Scoop off a piece, and put up my feet.
The cold cream on top, makes my tongue wiggle,
The soft crunch biscuit makes my little tum giggle.
With the fire on at christmas, when my back does ache,
I tend to relax and eat my cheesecake.
One piece after another until the slice is gone,
With my hunger satisfied, I break into song.
'Oooh sweet cheescake, where for art thou?
How they make the flavour, I just dont know how'

HAHAHAHA Wooo Good one *claps*

Title? lmao

Stellaman

His real name is Roy
and hes paulas toyboy


Hope you Enjoy

:P

LMAO Danny, best poem ever that!

lol i see the effort that was put into that poem!!

Me Too! Hey while YOUR here skill YOU do a poem

pmsl........and welcome back Ste

S is for smart, thats what u are
T is for tasty, you are by far
E is for endless, my love for you
L is for lust, im feeling that too
A is for adored, and you are by me
M is for man, your what a man shud be
A is for amazing, you are i think so
N is for Never-ending I'll never let go


Ta-daaaaaaaaaaa !! Love ya bab

OH Pmslll i missed an L out! arghhh Oh well.. that can be for erm....Liked, lovely, lush, loving, etc etc cos thats you too..oh or Lucky cos thats what i am

Edited at 11:57 Thu 3/01/08 (GMT)

Feel cut quite a bit, a person far from fit.
born a bad loser, a selfish chooser.
crap at poker, a poor joker.
personality of a plant, enjoys a hateful rant.
king of idiocy, lord of insanity.
a rangers fan, an honest man.
always feeling cold, a hand to hold.
try to be tactical, never practical.
your deep down hate, your other mate
your waste of time, words you mime.
a pointless being, not worth seeing.
the last person you'd save...It will rhyme with my 1st name...
to hide the shame.

Edited at 13:45 Thu 3/01/08 (GMT)

aww you know thats not true mr_mc

Its Not true he knows that,its just a Random poem..isnt it FANDANGO

Good one at that *HUGS*

Ste ~ Pass me the baton, Im clearly the best?
Don't make me blush mate, give it a rest
You were the one who made me post here
Watching your poems, gave me good cheer
No matter what subject, you always had a rhyme
That you did at quick speed time after time
Whether funny or serious, they were penned with grace
And without you here, this became a dreary place
Thats why I started to get my J-Lo in gear
Cos a certain young girl was miserable here
Yanno the one, we both do the poems for
A certain scouse git, that we both adore
Shes bossy, and stubborn, and boy can she holler
That good mate of ours, that little miss called Paula
But anyway, I seem to be missing the point
You're the king of this thread, and this title I anoint!!

~Stell~

And don't you forget it mate


Edited at 18:15 Thu 3/01/08 (GMT)

OMG bab thats fantastic *HUGS* Love ya x

(Am not bossy..am i? )

*coughs*

Omg.....i tried...but i cant do poems anymore

YOU CAN RUDS! U were great

Random

I've just seen an old video, called "Come on Eileen"
Sung by Dexy's Midnight Runners, its quite obscene
The clothes they are wearing, are really quite rank
Thank god for old programmes, like "Thomas the Tank"
Im writing this poem, because right now im quite bored
Im just typing these letters, watching every word
Because my spelling will be checked, by you know who
But I might have to go now, because I need the loo
Sorry its random, but its something I had to do
Cos this brilliant thread had slipped to page two
Now come along people, the poem thread is a hit
I really have to stop now, cos I need a SH?..ape up and go yoghurt!!

~Stell~

Edited at 13:37 Sat 5/01/08 (GMT)

WOOOOOOOO LMAOOOOO OMG HAHAHA


More More!

You Know Who

Is it impossible, to love someone too much
Even though, you have never felt their touch
To feel their warmth, coming through their words
Like the sweet early call, of twittering birds
The thing is, I have fallen, for someone so sweet
Someone I know, that I will never meet
It is hard to say, what goes through the mind
When some tells you, your one of a kind
And says it with meaning, and trust and with love
It just gels together, like a hand in a glove
But now and again, the trust becomes a test
And who comes through, but only the best
And while ive been here before, countless of times
My head is in bits, while im writing these rhymes
One thing is for sure, I know where my heart is
Because I know damn well, exactly where hers is.

~Stell~