Stellaman Stellaman Do us a rhyme
Dont really matter if ya take ur time
You can make it short or even sweet
Can even be about ur rep with them feet!

Like it LMAO......

Im composing as we speak.....so to speak


I can do something with THUNDER methinks im PMSL thinking about it

OH Stop it am getting excited here












(Woo cant wait for this poem!)

well you'll have toooo, back in a bit ok

WELL?? Wheres this Poem Stella?? hahaah

Loves young dream stellaman and justpaula

stella and paula kissing in a tree
trying very hard to make it three

stella fell out and bumped his head
paula said 'sod this' lets just try it in bed

off they went for a kiss and cuddle
but paula didnt see the deep muddy puddle

stella help her up, but to no avail
the next thing you know, its blowing a gail

eventually they made it back home
and jumped in bed because they were alone

but stella fell asleep , poor little lad
paula was annoyed, so she rang her dad

he said 'wake him up, the lazy cad'
i really want to be a Grandad

paula put down the phone, and woke him up....

(........time to leave them alone now people)


Edited at 10:41 Thu 26/04/07 (BST)

LMAO..OOER Tids ur gettin gud HAHAHHHAH
pmsl @ that

superb mate...guevara look out mate you got competetion !!

A little ditty , just for Paula

Stella and Paula hate being Apart
She would be with him more often
If it wasn't for his dreaded Fart

haha i know stella *takes cover*

mint poem tids.

*high five's with tids*

Here comes the switch, the shock on his face,
The sudden feeling in the stomach shakes the whole place.
Ears still ringing, he just heard the news,
The option is there now and he has to choose.
When you owe money, life can get rough,
Worrying for others can really get tough.
Fifty quid here, a hundred there.
He keeps lending cash and I dont think he cares.
One of those lads who thinks hes exempt,
All that money from his friends has been spent.
Building and building, the mount every week,
The future for this lad is looking quite bleak.
Friends turning their backs, he'll soon be alone.
Then he'll grow older, sit back and moan.
At the desertion of mates, he's blind to the point,
That it was only him that was being a gloit.
At any time it all could of stopped there,
Thinking of solutions whilst scratchin his hair.
Money to him, was expendable, nowt more,
But the memories linger and his head feels sore.

*applauds* good one matey

fandabidozy m8

That poem is Bombdigidifreshness. (it means good if your wondering)

Awwwww Ste That was great....*hugs*

Title: Rain

Rain

The lamp shines brightly, against the window pane,
Reflecting the image from the droplets of rain.
Its a little bit heavy, a stream runs down the street,
And people can feel wetness on their feet.
Litter is flowing down the side of the path,
Some kids splash in puddles then run off and laugh.
The grass looks shiny, glimering with praise,
Thanking the sky for this wonderful rain.
The flowers will grow all over the place,
Sprouting from seeds at a lightning pace.
The clouds form a warning, the sky is so dull,
The cows all lay down, as well as a bull.
Drivers peer through windows, as they drive on home,
And an old man stares out, sat there alone.
The sound of the rain makes him sit there and think,
Until one hits the pane hard and causes him to blink.
Lightning soon follows, then thunder roars loud,
Plenty of rain now saoking the ground.
Tomorrow the sun shines, drying the lane,
But still soaked in our thoughts is last nights rain.

OMG, im off >>>>>>>>>>LMAO

Nice one mate, another cracker

Ste, i love that one Thankyouuuuuuuuuu















(Oi Smelly, am still waiting for ur on on thunder!)

why thank you *takes a bow*