WOooooOOOOooOOOOOooooo!!!

*gets out best pink pom poms*

P A U

L & A

shes the one who makes our day!

OMG Ur mental PMSL.... Someone calls me poms! Paula's pom poms ..lmaooo and she doesnt mean them fluffy things u shake! omg im lmao here

Ooer! Shakes paula's pom pom! pmsl

PMSL @ u Paula

OOER! Get ur hands OFF my pom poms!


Stellaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! have ya seen this? oh and ur PRECIOUS STEPHY is Laffing at me















(lmaoooooooooooooo)

Im not laffing at you....im laffing WITH you






lmao

*spots stella and goes after his pom poms too!*

C'mere uuuuu!

OMG! Gen Chat ...............NOW Both of ya!

OOER WHY?????

COZ!..............You ALL want him dont ya's eh EH?? well NO!

I WANT HIS POM POMS DAMMIT!

U can have him, he smells of beer

(hehe sorry m8...but u do )

*Breathes in hands*
Oi ! cheeky git, i smell of minty freshness

EDIT : Oh BTW This a poem thread !!

Edited at 05:48 Wed 2/05/07 (BST)

Addition to earlier poem....

I woke this morning, with a fresh clear head
but it was a strange feeling, all alone in a bed
But one i'll get used to, of that i've no doubt
just as long as my thoughts of paula are about.

I get into work and log into pool
look at the forums, and laugh, so its cool
then into the office, comes the boss, who's a buerk
and says STELLA, your shirking, now do some f*&%ing work !!

big *hug* stella

Addition to earlier poem....

I woke this morning, with a fresh clear head
but it was a strange feeling, all alone in a bed
But one i'll get used to, of that i've no doubt
just as long as my thoughts of paula are about.

I get into work and log into pool
look at the forums, and laugh, so its cool
then into the office, comes the boss, who's a buerk
and says STELLA, your shirking, now do some f*&%ing work !!

Now my boss has gone out, he's not being a pain
I can sneak on funkypool again
There are people here now, much more fun
Not so dark anymore, and here comes the sun

PMSL Reading back

Stella quote:
I woke this morning, with a fresh clear head
but it was a strange feeling, all alone in a bed
But one i'll get used to, of that i've no doubt
just as long as my thoughts of paula are about.

OOER, i hope they are nice thoughts HAHAH (ILYSM)

GREAT poem stella *hugs* xxxxx

Ahem *coughs* I couldnt possibly comment

LMAO

Tapping keys, for old times sake
His fevered brain begins to shake
He Had No Choice, so keys he bashes,
Spurred on by Paula's batting lashes.
The words and rhymes begin to flow
He's still got the knack, you know
And though we are not that strength,
which in old days moved earth and heaven
that which we are, we are,
one equal temper of heroic hearts
made weak by time and fate,
but strong in will,
to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield
Oh wait, no, that's from Tennyson
He's meant to be doing a poem of his own
One with his own words and things
Like cars and fluff and wings
And a really dodgy rhythm scheme
And dodgy rhymes like Fishy Bream
Hello Land of FunkyPool
You're Diddly dumpty diddly COOL!