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TITLE: Singing

Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
I Hate You
And You Smell Of Poo

Singing

Slightly tipsy up on the stage,
A commodity that will last for an age.
Small lad at the front, there he is singing,
People looking on with their ears ringing.
A well known song, with band behind,
He sang for a dare, and he gets a free pint.
But it turns out he has talent, he's pretty good,
Their faces stunned, they didnt know he could.
Wailing to the mic, tapping his foot,
Singing of scummy men, dancefloors and smut.
The thick yorkshire accent, gives him an edge,
A down to earth lad, as he as pledged.
It looks like a one off, a kareoke night,
Soon to be followed by an argumentative fight.
But for now he just sings, eyes are now closed,
The sound of the beat runs straight through his toes.
Out to the crowd, gracing their ears,
A result of singing after just a few beers.

WOOOOOOO I just luuuuuuuuuurve the way u can do any title Ste..hehe *claps* Well done as per mate

Any more while ur here?? Wanna Title?

ooohhh Ooohhhh Ya done one about Justsumgirl, umm ever done one for Justpaula??

haha (ur spoilt u are)

Justpaula.

On her own, in the middle of the street,
Waiting for taxi, handbag at her feet.
The rain falls slowly, her hair is damp,
She cleverly avoided that homeless tramp.
Hailing a taxi, she travels home,
Opens the front door catious and alone.
Stumbling around cooking some toast,
Hardly as tricky as a sunday roast.
Her mam wakes up, whats that noise?
I'm sure that I just hearda voice.
The voice of a woman, in the kitchen downstairs.
Feeling a bit nervous, a little bit scared.
Slowly but careful, she approaches the door,
She's certainly felt this fear before.
With the bat in the air, shes certain to stall her,
She runs into the kitchen, but is justpaula!
They giggle and sit, the kettle goes on,
As does the radio, playing a song.
Paula recognises it, gets to her feet,
Realising its her favourite song 'creep'.
Then back to bed, the night turned out great,
This is for paula, a very cool mate.

Edited at 19:01 Wed 25/04/07 (BST)

sorry bit poo that un.

OMG Its Not! I Love it Ste *hugs* hahahaha @ u rememberin Creep BUT......am not spoilt............am i ?
Thanks Hun x

title cheeky chops




sits and waits all excited

(ha nah u aint P)

Cheeky chops

Chops that were cheeky, cheeky but kind,
Not the sort of chops from behind.
The chops on the face, with a cheeky smile,
The confidence in someone i aint seen in a while.
Knocking about the threads, here and there,
Making us laugh, and taking great care.
Hopefully this thread does entertain cheeky,
As i post many poems on your titles here weekly.
Cheeky chops, a well thought up name,
I'd of thought of it, if i had half a brain.
But nevertheless, cheeky's around,
And ii think that cheeky seems pretty sound.
Not speaking to each other often, but thats ok,
We'll always have time to catch up one day.
So hiya there cheeky, my little names ste,
Hopefully we can be mates you and me.
Anyways the characters are now running out,
So i guess this is the end, i'll see you about!

awwww thx ste, ive got a lump in my throat readin that



WOOOOOOOoooooooooo

WOOOO LOVE IT!

One more title Ste b4 ya go.....



Shower/the shower/

Shower

Stepping in naked, i feel the heat on my chest,
And with the shower gel, my hands are caressed.
Slowly rubbing the gel into arms and back,
Time in the shower is not something I lack.
Rinsing and scrubbing, making skin clean,
Down pouring water from this cleansing machine.
All over my body, the bubbles slide down,
A very nice shower before I head out to town.
And then its my hair, the shampoo goes on,
I massage it in, while I sing along.
Water runs to the eyes, and I rub it out.
Still more hot water arrives from the spout.
And when I step out, I dry myself off,
Too much steam in the room causes a cough.
On fly the boxer shorts, I have but an hour,
But by god i tell ya, that was a great shower.

Good poem Skipper.....I did have one in mind myself, but i couldnt possibly publish it on here!!

haha i thought so mate, was gonne go down that route, but opted for the softy verson (for the girls of course )

LMAO, well constrained

still trying to diffuse my poem, with little effect at the moment

Edited at 20:19 Wed 25/04/07 (BST)

Loving that poem Ste

Come On Stell, wheres urs??

come on stella


*sings* why are we waiting

Oh my poem is far too .....erm, Oh come on paula you know what im like with water !!!














(lmao here)

PMSL I do......ok wanna title then? wud that be easier for you darling?? Ok erm....see below for a really easy choice ok baby?...


















Titles to choose from :

WATER!
RAIN!
THUNDER STORMS!
RIVERS!

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(ok ill think about it)