HANG ON! I done some last page!!

Ok..

A quik poem for Tids he sed stage is mine
Ill throw together this bit of a rhyme
Its only for now, til Jill gets back here
Cos her poems are the best and that is clear!!

woo hooo round of applause

Ok Jill The stage is set.....give it your best shot.......*waits in anticipation*

Now I really do feel, like a right bloody fool
I have a new nickname, its Mr Blackpool
Paula I didn?t really think, you would get any lower
Saying I remind you, of a town with a tower
But just to be fair, it was brought on myself
Better than being called, the last chicken on the shelf
I can live with that name honey, now give me a break
Or again I will start calling you, my little Fishcake

~Stell~

OH LMAO! Bab! You know why ur Mr B tho!!

HAHAHAHA pspspspspsps

Oh here i am,
I will do what i can,
So how's you paula,
Soz i mean Wee Feet,
im sat here,
Thinking what to eat,
And tapping my feet,
Now will it be sausage or a nanna to,
I just cant decide,which one to chew,
There both very tasty,and yummy to,
Oh bugga it,i will just eat the two

WOOO WOO JILL! *Claps* FAB.. FU AB B!

Right whos next





dum de dum,la laaaa la la laaaaaaaaaa

My girl Paula, don't half get into some muddles
She's now got a nickname, i now call her Puddles
Not because she's a drip, she's really quite neat
It's because of her tiny, size 3 WEE feet
It was GrayHAM's fault he first called her it
Must be something Scottish, their humour and wit
But Stella latched on, and took it a bit further
As GraHAM sat back, and sucked on his Werther (pmsl)
Now My poor Paula's, in a bit of a pickle
awww bless, its not her fault her feet are so lickle
But i'm sure, up her sleeve she has some kind of plan
To get her revenge, on her Stellaman
But as sit here, thinking nah! she wont get any lower
She is far to fond, of the old Eiffel Tower
She'll take it out on GrayHAM, he started all this
I'll just sit back, and watch her take the Mickey

~Stell~

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Ya git! Love it tho!

YOU shud do one for GrayHAM for me, he started all this GRRR LMAO

Laughing and joking all turned sour
Hasty things said within the hour
A thing thats lately repeating lots
It can leave your stomach in knots

So then off you go into a big huff
People say they have had enough
Your own fault and a sorry you say
But Still deciding to call it a day

It truly is a heartbreaking test
Though deep down its for the best
You love this person so much so
You are willing to let them go

You also know that you will fret
Replay shared times of that ill bet
Listening to songs re-live the pleasure
A Moment spent you will always treasure

It always shud of been No Strings
A friendship led to other great things
You get Too Lost just the way you are
And your Feelin Love from someone afar

But alas you know its come to an end
You have to get ur heart on the mend
Just try and be happy have not one regret
Remember them good times dont ever forget.



~Paula~

there once was a man in his prime,
who could always come up with a rhyme,
but he fell out of bed, and damaged his head,
and now he cant think of the next bit.

by steve-o (true story :P)

Ive just PMSL @ That ^^^

paula had me up till half two in morning,
talkin about this poem thing,
whatever she said,
went over me head,
and i think its definitly showing,
cos my poems dont ryhme one single bit ,
in fact they're a load of

OH! Just cos we was talking about forums and threads etc.. I HAD YOU UP?? Lies! lol

That poem is better than the Scouser one tho Becks HAHAHAHA

MORE MORE!!






(Ohhh think Jill's got some competition here ha)

oh come on becks,lets have another,

JILL You do one for him..

Title (Choose ONE not all like ya did for Stell pmsl)


Stig

Or

Becks




Go oooooooooon lol

I looked at this thread,
And oh by heck,
Look whos popped on,
Yep its Becks,
I sat here, and was thinking,
Then i started Winking,
Then came the smile,
Hey up Becks,
Dont run mile,
Come on and do a poem.
As i know your at home
so chop chop,
And give it a pop,






Title for becks




the cheeky girls (paula jill)

LMAO WOOOO @ ur Poem and OMGGGGGGGGG @ ur title! Stell called me and Steph the CHECKY girls once hahah

Skettys

I went to the kitchen to see what was in
The floor was all sticky an it smelt of the bin
Went to my cupboard an peeked inside
Saw what was in an to my surprise
The cupboard was bare, cept a few things
Packet of raisins, some pasta bake
One slice of bread an some mix for a cake
Oh what's this? Hiding behind the bread?
Oh my god yes!! The first thing i said!
For there they were, all orange and yum
I want them now! All in my tum!
I look around, give the sink a glance
Think to myself, oh no, oh pants!
For i cant cook my skettys, dont think i can
For the stupid cleaners have taken my pan!

WOOOO SI! Fab Beaks!

Mike them Mike them.....or eat 'em cold