Nice poems u2

thanks

Np when can we have another

I'll do one :)




It was something about yesterday
Was some of the things we did say

To others it may seem not a lot
To us it just proves what weve got

In the past weve had days so bad
Times when we have both been sad

When Ive been stroppy and so has he
Then Ive blamed him, he's blamed me

Im sure we'll still have the odd row
But we'll get over it again somehow

There has been ppl who tried to stir
But its never got them anywhere

Cos here we are after all this time
Still getting along and still doing fine

Ive said it millions and say it still
I LOVE YOU now and always will

It was something about yesterday
Something that is making me stay






YGMSTMMSA xx

Gerrup der la! De knocker-up sleeps light;
Dawn taps yer winder, ends anudder night;
And Lo! The dog-eared moggies from next-door
Tear up the jigger fer an early fight.

Half-dreaming, half par'latic on me back;
0 Jeez. another day before yiz, Jack;
And groping for de ciggies by me bed
I sought de drag dat frees me from de rack.

De Wend's just like dat pub in 'Ackins ?Ey,
De towels on de taps all bleedin? day;
Yer time is up before a decent sup
Dat mingy Landlord, late, says: "On yer way".

Many?s the fella dat I use'ter mug;
Ard cases who could bevvy by the jug.
Dey've cadged dere last latch-lifter out a me
And werms live jockey-bar inside dere lug.

So shun de Cokes and join me in de Pub;
But 'urry, Life is short, aye dere?s the rub.
De Liver Bird's already on de wing
And Time's de one thing, mates, yer'll never sub!

0 Thou who didst wid Threlfalls and wid gin
Allow us all to take life on de chin;
Are you de self-same unrelenting Sod
Who slips us all de final Mickey-Finn?

So come, me mates, and fill yer boots wid Beer;
You may be in Ford Cemetery next year;
Termorrer Listen La, it never comes,
Let Fally drown yer sorrows, its de gear.

Poor Uncle Tom no longer bears de 'od,
Unless ee's still a brickie up wid God;
And Clayballs, Guardian of de Mystery
In Smithie lies, six feet below de sod!

cont..............

Edited at 19:22 Sun 7/09/08 (BST)

Dey say dat pile a bricks in Calderstones
Was once a Druids doss-house full of thrones;
But dig at around where kids now sport and play
And all you?ll find?s discarded rags and bones.

Alas dat Rose should vanish with me mate
And leave them unpaid bevvies on de slate;
With all dem fag ends, soaked beyond repair
And all dem hours lost though minutes late.

And a lad I seldom went ter school;
Just bare-arsed round de streets of Liverpool.
lost all me coloured ollies down de grid
And skipped de leckies to de stick of Doom!

O Christ I'd pawn me heart in Rotherhams
And even swap de buses for de trams
For a vintage butty spread wid Hartley's Jam
Or a day at Blackler's Grotto wid me Mam

O for a cob of chuck beneat de boughs
The Footy Echo an' a pan of Scouse
A Black & Tan, and Maggie sweatin' bricks
In Sevvies rough, dats paradise enough

De ref no question makes of rights or wrongs
Just makes de rules up as 'e goes along.
And many a foul as penalized de weak
While many an offside rule supports de strong.

Life's like a game of pitch 'n toss

But youre de mug dats thrown up wid de boss
Its heads a penny, but de 'ead is yours
Somehow you find dat every call's a loss
When I was young half of me time was spent

Up jowlers playing 'ookey wid de rent
Was always skint and found I use'ter go
Down de same jiggers as whereup I went


Dats put der top on ut!

~Stell~

Not mine but...it for me Judy

Edited at 19:20 Sun 7/09/08 (BST)

IVE PMSL @ THAT BAB!

Thanks Punch

PMSL Mich, Ste, Plaz, and Emma etc shud read that LMAO


Love ya ! x

I'll let the air fill my lungs you see
as long as the air is filled with hate
All I can ever see now is pain
Pain that will that will never dissipate

Why is the world chastising me
I'm in enough pain can't you see
Why is the world chastising me
Why can't you just leave me be
Why is the world chastising me
Another fallen warrior against society

Don't push me because I don't give into greed
Don't hate me because I don't fit into the mold
I am the beginning of a brand new breed
Sometimes people can be so damn cold

Why is the world chastising me
I'm in enough pain can't you see
Why is the world chastising me
Why can't you just leave me be
Why is the world chastising me
Another fallen warrior against society

Brill that Arab

thanks paula

where are the poets?????

I dunooooooooooo

My Stell


Am sat here thinkin about me fella
The one you know by name of Stella

As am sat in me room in our house
Am wonderin if he's practisin scouse!

He been trying hard to talk like me
Even sang Ferry Cross De Mersey!

A proud Sheep lover, keen Rugby man
He's Nutty an crazy and dont give a damn

He can brighten up your long darkest day
Has a fun nature its just his Welsh way

But although yes, he is a good laff
Lets all not forget that he still a Taff!





Cara 'Ch Cariad ~ Tri Oeth Un

Yewer Paula xx

Lol thats gd paula

I came on here
And what do i find,
Looks like everyones gone for a beer,
Well get of your behinds,
And get right back here,
Otherwise you will get a clip cross the ear

Lol love that one jill

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Jill

Just a quick one from me
So funny it made me wee
Nearly had a mild fit
While laffing with Pit
All cos of an Umbrella Tree!!

Laughing we will
But Brella Is now Dead
You Cut him real good
And naw he'll be shed

R.I.P Brella

lol you guys are too much