There's nothing worse, than a free beer,
Hip Hip Hooray, its time to cheer,
Off to the pub, my second house,
Drink lagar all night, finish with Grouse.

I'm stumbling home, with some cheap food,
Jump into bed, tryna get nude,
Head hits pillow, now I can't sleep,
The clock chimes five, now birds will cheep.

I'll get an hour, better than nought,
Sack it, I'm awake, time to go out,
Early morn food shop, pies and red bull,
I'll be wide awake, but a tad full.

So here I am, and there are you,
Writing this poem, can I be you?
You probs get sleep, while I get none,
A battle with sleep, I've never won.

So whats the cause, why all the hurt,
It stems from ex, treat me like dirt.
Going through life, just drifting along,
So enjoy the fun, could quickly be gone.

So I shall end, ta for the read,
Crack a red bull, it's time to feed,
Keep yer chin up, it could be worse,
Having a bed bath, with a fat nurse

justsumgirl hippesville poolbiird

it's very bare when you don't write anything!

Well now I'm back,
I shall try and help out,
Join in with the craic,
And have fun no doubt.
Where're the other lot,
This used to be thriving,
And now it is not?!
Where are they all skiving??
Gaz? Ang? and Paula?
All are M.I.A,
They think they're cooler,
And be cooler they may.

But please come home soon!!

Ya gotta love the bickering,
There seems to be no end,
We're mostly here to play pool,
And even make friends!!
I'll back Phoenix this time,
For one time is sooooo keek,
Am sure there may be others,
You could suggest in a whole week!!

Get her sorted,
Keep er lit,
Get em played,
And stop the

Four days and not a sausage,
Illiterates all around!!!
So bring it all yee poolers,
For every poem.....paula will give a pound!!

It all depends, what kind of pound.
The one you spend, the one thats round?
Or one thats thrown, and you get hit,
Don't annoy Paula, she'll have a fit!

So come on guys, talk about birds,
Talk about cars, write down some words,
Gaz will not judge, Neither will I,
So get posting, I'll keep an eye

What kind of a pound do you throw??
What goes on in your head, I'll never know!!
I certainly don't want the type that's round,
I've aready got a belly, ressembling a small mound.
The monetary type, I wouldn't mind,
Or knowing Paula, she'd pay me in kind

Is it correct, for me to think,
That you and Paula, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
The kind of pound, that I will throw,
Will put Carl Froch, through the window

What's in my head, I do not know,
Too many thoughts, too much sorrow.
Time to look up, time to move on,
Let's grab a beer, and get on one!

sorrow you say,
I'm far too far ahead,
if it wasn't for my midgets,
I'd still be in my bed!

Some great poems here indeed
A good poem i love to read
I read them as im drinking me tea
And giggle at those that mention me!!
Chappy i would not have a fit
But maybe Id just moan a bit
Mav how rude of it to enter your mind
That id think of paying you in kind
Tut tut at you ya filthy hound
And Hippy i aint even got a pound

From Unbeatables Thread............

I'm not feeling the enthusiasm,
I wonder am I done,
With not so many folk around,
A lack of funky fun,
Can someone set me straight here,
Direct me to the light,
Or are my Clan days diminishing?
Disillusioned.....no will to fight

If you leave hippes, then fun will go,
Off out the door, an all time low.
Your wee poems, the crazy banter,
Sit back relax, cracking a fanta
Enjoy the game, keep the smile,
Pot loadsa balls, Stay for a while.
Keep that chin up, you grumpy git,
And don't forget, to keeperlit!

'Hindsight' (Gaz)

Don't give up always put up a fight
Believe in yourself and never lose sight.
What you have already, others would die for
Breath in your lungs and kids to adore
A witty sense of humour along with the banter
Quick off the mark and in full flow at a canter
Never argued (wow) been a mate from day one
Used to watch you thrash me them days are finally gone (phew)
Form is temporary, class always remains
Stay true to yourself and you sure have got the game
To beat anyone when you don't even try.
You'll reminisce all this when you look back in hindsight
When too old to use a bloody mouse
Left click here and there you'll start to shout
Cant be doing with a stupid pointer,
Missing them days when you used to skool
Wiping the floor against All on silly Funkypool.


(krazyash_07)

kind words from ash,
yet no joy there,
my mojo's gone,
I just don't care,
some things mean more,
my life and girls,
so less attendance,
of this funkyworld.

you can't go
you can't just leave
your one of the heartbeats
that make funkypool breathe
gaz you gotta stay, just a little bit longer
funkypool with you here is a whole lot stronger
everyone loves you and your funny wit
still i smile when i read the words keep-er-lit !!

I hear what your saying
And what you wish for
But carry on playing
Sometimes less can mean more
You will still be around
But just not as much
You are funky renowned
And will be missed as such
Gaz you're the man
And UBs perfect fit
I know I'm a fan
So please keeperlit

Be happy gazza

mattywellie & mad_matt - nice poetry :) - showing us how to do it?

i very rarely post here but thought gaz's departure was a good a reason as any.

apparently my poems are silly,
I'd actually agree that's true,
I hope they make some people laugh,
unfortunatelee not like you.

instead certain people are obstructive,
they'll make simple things grind us down,
proving their worth in such a negative way,
not worthy of the presence of us clowns!