My blue tie, is a few years old now,
It got so famous, and I just dont know how.
Silky and bright, a funny tie for all times,
So many occurences within my own rhymes.
You see, it holds a power, that women cant help,
They see it round my neck and they whine and they yelp!
All of a sudden, they drop to my feet,
Telling me how the tie is so subtle and sweet.
Mysterious powers, this tie does behold,
Locked away safely, it shall never be sold.
Discovered in topman, when I was just a boy,
Wasn't for wearing, bought more really as a toy.
But then I came to, and it was all clear,
This tie was a tie that would last me for years.
It sleeps in the day, and comes alive through the night.
It creeps out of my window and starts to take flight.
Then it enters the bars and the city's best clubs,
Pulling all women from the streets and the pubs.
What a great tie, a famous hint in its tone,
Surely the best tie that I will ever own!

Edited at 12:38 Thu 19/06/08 (BST)

LMAO! Woooooooooo Go Ste..


I remember me N You doing poems (lil ones) about that tie LMAO!

I Dare ya to use that Pik as ur DP? GO ON! Just for today

LMAO not a chance i look about 12 haha


Might get a pic of the tie on its own tho one day.

OMG! Ill post it.. ive still got it from when u sent it!!! MEMBER? ya wrote paula stinks on it??


WOOOOOOO going to find it now













































OJ! lol Hey, we cud mess about with piks, and change them so it looks like ur wearing it now! yeahhhhhh send me sum and ill have a go

A Bricklayers life, is somewhat quite harrowing
Mixing cement, and sometimes wheel barrowing
In all kinds of weather, we work and we toil
We don't just sit there, waiting for the kettle to boil (Grrr Tids)
Up and down ladders, that are sometimes quite narrow
Sometimes joined at the top, by a fluttering Sparrow
There are perks to the job, as we often get whistled at
By lots of young ladies, some skinny, some fat
You should here all the comments, that we get off of some.
Like "Come down off your ladder and show us ya bum"
But I just wave them all off, and when all's said and done
I place my hands in the air, and do the Squeezy icon
They all really laugh, and those known to me
Shout "Wooohoooo Stella, come and marry me"
But its good to get home, and im a lucky young lad
Because then, I can log in, and talk to my cariad

~Stell~

Ha I like it..you WOOOOOOOOO SI'ing @ the girlies haha

You show 'em bab

Great poem

No Title

A Poem so random for some ppl on here
But who its meant for i hope will read clear
I cant say too much though i really want to
As long as you know that im right here for you
For if and when your going to need that chat
I'm here to listen and am sure you know that
Youve trusted me before and you can again
Thats why im here without saying your name
Cant find the right words to say on this thread
Yet thinking of talking to you fills me with dread
But you do the talking and say all what you can
Dont feel embarressed to cry cos your a man
I'll say one more thing cos i dont want to drone
You know where i am you dont need to be alone


~Paula~


*Hugs*

Nice poem paula, sure whoever 'he' is will like it.

Thanks Ste

No Title Again

Another poem but for a different mate
One who I also dont want to hesitate
You know im here and i am your friend
And on me you know you can depend
Im typing this poem here but yet again
You are another of whom i dont want name
But you too should also know who you are
Thats just by reading up to this bit so far
The difference with this poem to you tho
Is that im not scared to talk with you so
I want to be there and to comfort you
And these words i speak here are true
Been there before good times or bad
Whether youve been happy or been sad
Please know that you can count on me
I will listen and try to comfort thee
So when your ready hun know im here
Words from my heart and are sincere

~Paula~

*HUGS*

To a good friend of my Paula..........

Listen to me mate, to someone who really knows
How tragedy strikes, and from which love grows
It may hurt badly now, and it's a terrible strain
But it will make you stronger, for future pain
You need to too be strong now, for that girl that you love
And pray for her health, from him up above
Talk to her constantly, she now needs you there
The loss is for you both, now you both need the care
You have now shared your burden, that's a start
Now tell your girl that, you will never part
She now needs your love, like never before
So give her your comfort, she'd love it im sure
I really hope, every thing turns out great and swell
Good luck for the future, from your mate?.Paula's Stell.

~Stell~

My Stell, all i can say is tho i know there'll prob be no reply from him.. that will mean more than you know

Lovely words,thankyou x Love You x

xx

aghe ered this before iwhen out and god it hur tlike heelo k sake ik

I understand that (only cos we spoke and ya told me)

He likes it ppl

Im terribly sorry for my recent "drunk posts"

'BUMPED'

Poems Poems Poems!

Guevara? where are ya! I know ya home get composing!!

How can I put how I feel into words?
Especially with all of the lessons I've learnt?
Time after time, I have sat down and thought,
About how much essential time that I could have bought.
But the idea is gone, and it will be a long while,
Before I see your face, and that wonderful smile.
Maybe in the future, we will speak once again,
Until that time it was nice while we were friends.
You with your blue eyes, mine so dark brown,
When we went out we really painted the town.
Out of the blue, we clicked right away,
But knowing it couldnt last, there was nothing to say.
Instead we just laid there, holding each other so close,
Feeling electric, from our heads to our toes.
So until then dear, have a great summer from me,
And all the best for the future, from a real close friend - Ste.

Thats Lovely that Ste

Wanna title!

Title is:

TITLES!

I own a dream, about the future in fact,
When hopefully the whole of my life is intact.
An image so great, it still makes me dream,
About how life will go on for me, and how it will seem.
I'm sat on a patio, the sun is up high,
But there's a tint of redness up in the sky.
Its around six o'clock, in the late end of spring,
And not too far away I hear my own children sing.
Running through the fields, their faces full with joy,
My youngest a daughter, the eldest a boy.
Inside dinner cooks, a smell of steak in the air,
Then I feel the wife's fingers run through the back of my hair.
'Dinner's ready' she says, and I shout in the kids,
We take a seat at the table, and off the pot comes the lid.
Inside is the greatest meal that I ever saw,
One cooked to perfection, like never before.
And the four of us sit there, I wear a smile on my face,
I think this for me, would be my happiest place.

FAB FAB FAB! Love that one