My Boomerang


I got the boomerang as a present
From my mental old mum
Her voice is as flat as a pancake
So all she could do was hum

I took the boomerang out the box
I thought what a funny shaped thing
Mental mum was still humming
Cause the silly (word removed) can't sing

I picked up my new boomerang
And wondered how the thing worked
A ha ! I found the instructions
Underneath the lid of the box the things lurked

I got hold of my new boomerang
And threw it as far as I could
Last time I saw it twas flying through the air
Passing trees and birds in the bush

Nothing happened,all was quiet
Boomerangs are waste of your time
The clock was ticking and tocking away


I waited and waited for my boomerang
Then I felt a sharp thud into my head
My funking boomerang HAD come back
And the next thing I knew, I was dead

By the lovely ~ chaos ~

Edited by forum moderator melz, at 00:55 Wed 03/03/10 (GMT)

HAHA Good one





LMAO!!


More!! more!! is all i say
Post ya poems here today
Any will do as y'all know
Cos i dont want this thread to go



Ta daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *Bows*

monday morning near time to rise,
need a smoke ankeep er lit evrybody and have lots a fun a brew to help open my eyes,
drive in the traffic maybe ten hours a week,
work over fifty and then some i sleep.
there'll not be too many tonight in my bed,
coz i'm up in four hours if i can raise my head.
so the weekend is over and a new week has come,
keep er lit everybody and have lots of fun

u no wot u can do with yer boomerang..u can shove it i do say
i dont like things to come back when ive thrown them away!
so dig a hole and bury it to save you buyin plasters
coz every time its thrown away twill cause anuva disaster

Edited by forum moderator melz, at 00:55 Wed 03/03/10 (GMT)

This is a special little rhyme
Especially for you
To show appreciation
For the things you do

You have always been there
Morning noon and night
With me through thick and thin
Never out of sight

Times i have been happy
Times of pleasure and pain
Have all been spent with you
And with together we'll remain

To imagine life without you
I cant your like my god
I just love you oh so much
My love.....my fab ipod!!





~Paula~

LOL Hipps

Well it ain't that hard ya know
All you have to do is throw
If it don't come back
Don't chuck in in jack
'Cos you'll know ur boomerang was a stick

For im an old lonely paddy,
Once a young Irish daddy,
A fairytale life one had abide,
Deep in the arms of my bonny bride,
My life they were my light to go on,
Who could foresee it was to be gone.

Old uncle Mick invited me in,
Black sheep he was but one couldnt see sin,
He let me drink well into late,
Drowned ourselves to a sorrowful state,
Night after night I put myself back,
Till my boss gave one the sack.

My heir and wife looked on in sorrow,
Not near enough money to cope with tommorow,
Mick was at bottom now I am too,
Staggering around with the drunken crew.

Lost of my wife no longer a daddy,
Here on my own an old lonely paddy.

Needs some work around the edges but thats my first ever contribution to this thread

Thats good that Alex! Keep them coming

Thanks so are all yours!

Years of experience eh lol

Aw cheers big ears!

Believe it or not.....4yrs ago this thread was started and ive read every single post since then lol. Love it i do

keep er lit alex

play the game win or lose
its just for fun don't get the blues
so have a laugh and a bit of craic
if u get grumpy i'll not be back.


wot did melz edit?

Whoop! More moreeee







Life

Embrace the future with both arms,
Never dwell on the past.
Mistakes made, loves lost,
life seemed so clear cut,
almost appeared easy
yet every move holds danger.
Danger laced with intrigue,
Do you dare risk it all.
Life moves so fast,
cherish every moment,
every person, every smile,
for you never know
when its time to go


(That was posted on behalf of Dec)

Lovely

Once again twas on page three
That has disappointed me
Post a poem, rhyme or verse
Just so that i dont curse


:P

When I Was Young

When I was young I was always naughty
I'd end up getting a smacked botty
I spilled some porridge on the floor
thought it was funny, so did it some more
I could see my mum was getting mad
but I just became even more bad

I once called my Uncle a very nasty name
didn't know what it meant, sounded funny all the same
I really was a little devil
in all my mischief, I did revel

But in my mind, What still sticks out
is when my mother used to shout
"That cost me a fortune, for goodness sake"
when she found out about the things I would break

Yes, I was doing wrong
But I knew it all along
being good, I found that tough
never happy unless breaking stuff

Mums favourite book, missing a page
laugh at her as she begins to rage
this house of terror, I used to reign
oh how I'd love to be five again!!

Oh woo woo Smurf! Moreeeeeeeee Moreeeeeeee !!!!!!

i have one of those, a 5 year old,
and when she's at school she's as good as gold,
but then she comes home in the form of cmurph,
now she's out in the garden digging the turf!

i think i was 5 a wee while ago,
thot i was good i wouldn't be bold,
but at get-togethers the truth it comes out,
on many occasions i was given a clout.

so believe it or not i must be mad,
for i work in a school for the ones who r bad!
can be really rewarding or other times keek,
doing our best for them til the end of the week.

Yay!!!



Im loving these poem are now flowing in
Proves it by my face and the grin
Short or long i still read them all
Keep them coming dont let this thread fall

The ball is up, the ball is caught
Oh damn, I'm playing the wrong sport
Thought it was rugby or maybe even cricket
Doing anything just to get this wicket

He was out, out of his ground
Nothing wrong with it, the referee found
Penalty, the fans behind cried
No No, the referee lied

Handball is handball is it not
Ball to hand as the referee forgot
Umpire Umpire, you're playing the wrong sport
Hit it hard and low, is what my dad taught

Fans are alright and girls are nice
But don't sleep with your team mates and pay the price
Captain's armband is gone and stripped off you
One night stands and getting the flu

Lapdances may be your thing
Fans will laugh and then may sing
He may score once, he may score twice
Better off just rolling a dice

Penalty shoot-outs are just a gamble
Fans moan and begin the ramble
Is this a way to settle a match
Or should we play cricket and settle for a catch

Balls are potted every day in pool
Players fluking then keeping their cool
Luck is just part of the game
It takes off one and gives the other one fame

Now to wrap this little sports poem up
Vote for me and I'll win this cup
Damn, this is not a reality show
Votes don't count on here so I might as well go

Fab that!!! Welcome to the poem thread Warns, more from you