If it is laughing you want, then laughter you'll get
From a DSB, who you wish you had met
He dreams about Kylie, and smiles while asleep
As his thoughts turn to valleys, and its wonderous sheep
He also thinks daily, about a beautiful girl
A blonde Scouse babe, who makes his hair curl
A girl that is funny, carefree, mad and witty
With a fat cockney friend, that goes by the name Pitty
She calls me some names, the latest one is Jack
I cannot repeat the names, that I call her back!
At the moment, we are just like passing ships
Online together, as common as a lunar eclipse
But when that time comes, it is indeed a pleasure
Because every moment together, is one that we treasure
Now as I end this poem, and head off to sleep
My thoughts are of you Paula, and not with the sheep!!

~Stell~

There's this guy on here called keoghz
He is an idiot, even he knows

Thank you

Jelly, jelly, jelly!,
I have raspberry jelly here in my belly,
Wobbly in texture, purple in colour,
How it sticks to the spoon, its just like butter,
I hope i don't drop it or my mum will yell,
But i'll just blame my siblings, & say i'm clueless as well,
How the jelly got on the floor?,
I know i never saw!,
Jelly is much better then a cookie can be,
I hope no-one ever takes my jelly from me,
This poem isn't really about this tasty jelly,
It's really about me being a procrastinating Melly,
I look at the 6 assignments here next to me,
As i think of a poem i can type to make me feel free,
Free from the work and stress of uni,
I daydream constantly and slowly become loony,
I think many things, as long as i have jelly & work out of my mind,
I think about someone, the park, wings, & treasure to find,
Anything to stop myself from doing my work,
Or else i think i'll go berserk,
I look at the time, and grin splendily,
As this poem has taken up my time perfectly,
Oh no!, i've run all out of jelly,
*Sigh* Now back to being un - procrastinating Melly...

(First poem i've done since i was in my first year of high school)

Edited at 02:23 Mon 25/08/08 (BST)

they are set up to fail
condition to lose
their has ship has set sail
And they are missing their cruise

As the apple begins to bruise
And their feelings begin to flood
They have nothing left to choose
But to spill their own blood

A burden to a family
An outcaste of society
This is all they'll ever see
They have no where to go

LOVE IT!! *HUGS* Thanks hun xx

Good stuff Niall!! More from you FAB that was!

Yay Mel *hugs* More More!

Nice one Arab

LMAO @ THAT! xD

A S'true tho isnt fattay XDXD

Jill and Karri


A poem about two girls who are brave
But although they are ill they need to behave
Ones name is Karri and they other is Jilly
They can both be quite fun and act very silly
Now Karri shes dark and loves her bird
A parrot sent from Stell just cos he cared
But Karri sed NO! take it back you...beep
Put it on a field amongst all your sheep!
She also was knitting him a hard hat
Now not many girls are good at that!
Moving to Jill, been Stells mate for ages
They're both mad shud be locked in cages!!
He gives her his nanna for her to munch
But shes so greedy, she wants the bunch
Jills really funny but without being lippy
She just plods along playing with skippy!
So to you two girls who i think are great
Please keep on smiling for Paula, your mate

*Hugs for both*

~Paula~

Paula that poem is brill

Glad you liked it hun *HUGS*

Roses are yellow
violets are grey
I'm all confused
I'm going to watch home and away

Paula loved the poem thanx hun

Yw Hun

Wheres all the poets gone

Omg how could it be
To let this slip
On to page Three
Now come on you people
Its not hard to do
If i can do it
Im sure you can to

OH MY LORD! A Jil Poem that actually rhymed!! ARGHH!!!!!!!

FAB-YOU-LESS!

when your innocents is stolen
you'll never get it back
when faced with anything
composure you will lack

danger is waiting in your ralms
as air fills your lungs
you grab your gun
and our final kiss is shared with our tounges

now that I see you
so peacful so pure
we will burry you six feet under
and in heaven we will meet once more

Good one Arab

A short and sweet one
Just from me
Dont let it slip
Back to page Three

Dun Dun Dun!!!

Page three

I wonder will I ever see
A thing as wooden as a tree.

There was a young man named Cloone
His Poems were as boring as the moon
But normally he's really ok
Just be having an off day
Cos usually he really is a loon!!