Steph dont u worry
I am here for you
Ill be here when u want
To help you see it through.





Luv ya *hugs*

*Waits for Squeezys poem*

Writing A Poem

To write a poem, to be in the mood,
takes lots of time, and sumtimes food
but if its still not coming, u dont have a clue
A few simple steps u just have to do :)

You come online, leave it a min
Paula turns up, says 'hey where u bin?'
RIGHT ME A POEM! AND U MUST DO IT NOW!
IF YOU DONT DO IT FAST I'LL BE A RITE COW!
So you tell her ur busy,
and u hide and u cower,
Then tell the poor soul that ur taking a shower,
But relentless she is and begs away
She keeps it up for all night and all day
Till a poem you write, Dispite not knowing you could
Then you realise that you said that you would
She's done it again, i'm now quite confused
Not only why but how she's amused
This poem's quite dodgey and nearing it's end
So you should write better one's and then tell a friend!


Keep this thread alive people!

OMG! I LUV IT!
Thankyou so VERY VERY Much Squeezy *hugs*..no wait...*squeezes squeezy*

Yay.....

Penguins!

Waddle Waddle
Shuffle Shuffle
If only they could quack
They roll around for hours but never on their backs
Pingu waddles along in icy snow
Only he knows where to go
Under the ice he goes for a swim
To find out where his mrs has bin
Waddles sum more across the plains
Constantly thinkin 'i'm here again'
But carrys on the brave thing does
With his lil flappy wings all covered in fuzz
I gotta get to my chick he says,
My baby too, not seen her for days!
He waddles on and finds sum fish
And prepares a mackeral dish
This would go nicely with tuna he thinks
As the fish in his mouth really quite stinks
He waddles on just a lil more
Then on the horizon! OMG! SCORE!
His mrs is there with a lil baby chick
WOW he thinks! As blood flowed to his...heart
I'm glad this is where my family can start :)


awwww lol

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Thats Great heheeh

i love it squeezy thats great

davesy did you just watch the march of the penguins???

Nope but i've seen it at the cinema lol

The music makes me sleepy tho!

Lol, squeezy and his penguins

This poem right here, for someone i know
his name is squeezy and a penguin named joe
They both set out on a adventurous quest
To see whos the fittest, and of course the best!
They tackled man challenges, big and small
much more challenging that a game of pool
but this is the start, ill tell you the story
Not the story in ballamory
but the story of these, people i know
One named squeezy and a penguin...you know
Well they both set out, on a small boat
the problem was....it didnt float!
so the penguin shoved his beak in the hole
this is a skill he learned at north pole
squeezy was havin trouble, as he didnt have a beak
so he tried to think while his boat leak
he tried to think, think really tall
so he grabbed a cue, reserved from pool
Shoved it in the hole, this worked fine
then sat back down, had a glass of wine
The penguin was in the lead aporoaching a whale
while on the other hand, squeezy on his tale

the big humoungous whale, jumped up high
the penguin flapped its wings, tried to fly
So joe the penguin, went to try hide
but the whale got him, didnt touch the side
Now it was just squuezy, squeezy on his own
So knowing him, he picked up his mobile phone
He called his mate rudders, who came to help fast
Then opened his gun, one hell of a blast
the whale sunk down, down to the sea
Ruds and squeezy, danced with glee
Squuezy made it to the finish line
Then had some more wine
Well that was the quest
of who was the best
Well close your eyes and count to ten
Poor old joe was never seen again

P.S: No animals were hurt on the makin of this poem

Edited at 18:35 Tue 20/02/07 (GMT)

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GO RUDS!

I want squeezy to see it

Awwwww lol

I really try my hardest
To keep this thread alive
I try persuading others
To help it to survive
Last nite i spotted Squeezy
And clicked on his pm
He was rather shocked by this
And he gave a startled "Ahem"
I begged him to do a poem
After ages he obliged
But only coz i offered him toast
And sed how this thread near died
I reminded him of old poems
From himself Swing and Ste
He was a little dissapointed tho
Cos on my list he was number 3!
Now ill end this poem
Because its plain to see
Just how much these verses
Well, they mean the world to me



Ta-daaaaaaa

POEMS PLZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Wooooom excellent paula, ur gettin good at these

The dream that made no sense
Late last night, i saw a beam
I was about to have the wierdest dream
The fog cleared and at last i could see
Nothing interesting but a pea
This pea started talking, his name was Barry
So i introduced myself "Hi, Im gary"
Barry looked at me in the wierdest way
And slowly said "This will be you wierdest day"
"My wierdest day????" i slowly said
"Only 5 minutes ago i was in my bed"
"Now im here after i saw a beam"
"Thats because your in a dream"
"Ohh now its not wierd, now it makes sense"
"But beware, this dream will be imense"
Then i woke up, up in my bed
Cleared my eyes and slowly said
"Well that was wierd, wat was so imense?"
"This dream really made no sense!"

Edited at 17:22 Wed 21/02/07 (GMT)

how do u think of these