miss_steph!!

There is this girl, a mod on this site,
she is a forum junkie, a shining light,
a new light bulb, shining so bright.
As she dazzles the chat with her looks
stunned we are, like reading a good book
For any person she is a good catch,
a feat, absolutely no one can match.
i wish your love surrounded me like the air that I breathe.
i wish your kiss touches me as gentle as a breeze,

For you this poem is the best i could do,
but my feelings,they are purely for you.

x

Edited at 01:46 Tue 12/06/07 (BST)

OMG WOO WOOOOO THAS FAB ! FAB I SAY

If You're on Funkypool, just a couple of tips
Never ever eat, especially, sausage and chips
I tried it today, and it became a bit messy
My sausage was stolen, by some bloody scouse Jessy

She wormed her way in, she could not have been quicker
She struck just as quick as a vomiting vicar
She was quick today, but sometimes she begs
But No chance tomorrow, these are my pickled eggs

But one thing I will say, without her today
I would have been tearful, after yesterday
She's been a shining light, and I will pay homage
Just keep your greedy mitts off of my sausage.

Paula???.YRGMS honey.xxx LYLAL

Edited at 18:57 Tue 12/06/07 (BST)

LMAO..Good poem bab ....BUT tell the truth HAHAHAHAH....c'mon, Who had the sausage???

LYLALALALAL You make me laff sooooooo much

GUEVARA! Right bab heers ur title *Claps* i luv ur poems hehe..


TITLE 1) Sausages (lol)


TITLE 2) De'ja vu











(be back soon)

Sausages

I love to cook sausage when I wake up on a morn,
Between sausage and bacon my heart is so torn.
As they sizzle in the pan, the smell fills the air,
I make a slice in the middle, to check theyre not bare.
They can go with a meal, or just between bread,
You can have them on their own if you prefer that instead.
Then theres the seasoning, always a treat,
Sausage! Oh sausage! What a great meat to eat!
And then theres the sauces, which one to choose?
Which ever you decide theres no way you can lose.
Sausage twins up with the soft fluffy mash,
I always keep my sausages in a top secret stash.
A smile on my face as the butcher makes his sale,
Brown juicy sausage that was once cold and pale.
In a sandwich with brown sauce, my favourite choice,
Stuffing my mouth full so you cant hear my voice.
Sausage is great, I think you'll agree,
So lets all get cooking, and you can have some with me!

De'Ja Vu

Did something just happen that I've seen before?
We've been in the same situation I'm sure.
Racking my brains as I recall the past tense,
Fearing the outcome as I sit in suspense.
It feels like a dream, all eerie and wierd,
At first I scratch my head and move down to my beard.
I realise I've been here, but cant figure it out,
Please help my memory escape from this drought.
Did I say that before? Is that what I said?
Millions of thoughts now running inside my head.
Do you see it as this? The old 'de ja vu'?
Saying the things that I once said to you?
I guess it seems wierd, that much is right,
Maybe I'll experience de'ja vu everynight.
But I guess I cant help it, thats how it must be,
The old De'Ja Vu has just re-captured me.

Flippin eck Ste! I dont know how ya do them so fast lol....but yano what i love'em hehe
They were Grrrrrrrreat

hehe ya welcome hun

Let me know when u want a title Like!..yano me,,id just keep leaving titles all day long me like!!

WOW ive never liked sausage so much till i read that poem

PMSLLLLLLLLL Stu....




Hello Ste
Title for today is...........Shower gel!! OOER

Welcome back Ste Mate....great poems, youve been missed.
Right Title is Shower Gel is it?? i'll have a bash at this one PMSL.....Ahem....*clears throat*

You take a shower when you start to smell
You rub yourself all over with Shower gel
Some use a little, some use a lot
Some even get it in the wrong spot
You rub it all over, until you're nice and clean
And some put in places, that cannot be seen
You cover your arms, your legs and your chest
But I like to cover the place I like best
Feeling the gel all over my flesh
You get the feelings of clean and refresh
I can stay there for hours, feeling the spray
The steaming hot water I love every day
The feeling of water running down my face
Mixed with the Gel, god I love this place
I have to get out now, no water left in the tank
And if I don't get out now I might have to??..have a bath instead.

IVE PMSLLLLLLLLLLLLLL


I was ok til the end bit you tart i was like oooooo gud poem babe PMFSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Its Fab LMAOOOOOOOOO













IM OFF COS OF YOU! HAHHAHAHAHHAHAH

Edited at 12:55 Wed 13/06/07 (BST)

PMFSLLLLLL @ THAT STELLA!!!!!!

LMFAOOOOO @ that one Stella!


Loved all the poems everyone!
(Welcome back Ste)




Edited at 15:22 Wed 13/06/07 (BST)

Who's Sie?? PMSLLLLLLLL Its STE !






(Note to My Stella..SEE! its not just me with the spellin today!)

Bang Bang Bang!



BUZZZ BUZZZZ BUZZZZ
The Wabbit wuns
Bang bang bang
goes the guns
another wabbit been shot dead
Paula, Stephy, Chopsy, loose their heads.
Ann Summers get the phone call
new stock starts to arrive
John and Stella load their guns
swing em' about, side to side
singing their lil' wabbit song,
pspspspspspspspspsps
pspspspspspspspspsps
Catching young women in their thongs
their mission will remain so clear
or us men will have to turn..........

BANG BANG BANG!

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO SO MUCH

PMFSLLLLLLLLLLLLL