Stell mate that wa mint...glad everythings sorted for you mate.

The essence of life, its born in the heart,
And carries on throughout growth, right from the start.
A funny old feeling, it makes people smile,
Its a feeling I haven't felt too strong in a while.
It makes people cry, it makes people whine,
Its a feeling that lives inside everyone's mind.
People act different when caught up in this thing,
In the olden days people would dance and would sing.
Declared on a man's knees when he's done something wrong,
Its repeated three times in a big Beatles song.
Four little letters make up one big word,
This dynamite expression is one that I've heard.
But this feeling can hurt, and rot in your chest,
It inhabits that big muscle, just behind your own breast.
Some say its the meaning of life - sent from above,
I think you all know that this feeling is Love.

Aww I luv that one Ste *hugs*

TITLE: FunkySNOOKER

The leaves fall softly, the sun lowers down,
I stand on the doorstep in my dressing gown.
The children are in the garden, playing around,
Apart from their noise, I hear no other sound.

Blades of grass darken, as the sky darkens too,
The floating sea of black, earlier was bright blue.
In the distance I hear birds, reacting to the light.
They pick up the rest of their supper, squawk and say goodnight.

The moon christens the sky, and is followed by a star,
The howling wind soon arrives and has travelled from afar.
The log fire burns, and the flames all lick,
I make a drink and make the light switch flick.

Then I'm cosy in my chair no doubt,
Hidden away from all the wind and drought.
Rain now hammers on the roof of my home,
I sit near the fire, in the chair, alone.

The electric goes, its just the flames and me,
No more power for our own tv.
A lightning bolt must of hit the house.
Theres no sound, you could hear a mouse.

Continued...

Edited at 00:21 Fri 22/06/07 (BST)

I take out a book, and squint my eyes to the page,
The fire now glows with a passionate rage.
The chimney sends down a hateful gust,
A pale of water is now a must.

Being an old man, I struggle to stand,
My eyesights gone and the dark is bland.
I trip and fall, and hit my head,
If only I was dreaming and woke in my bed.

The heat is dreadful as the fire comes near,
And in my eyes are the sorrowful tears.
The smell of burning as I try to rise,
It seems this night will become my demise.

And as I rise up from my lifeless corpse,
I understand life must just takes it course.
Then I float so high to a great white light,
I cover my eyes as it is so bright.

The dice of life were rolled at my door,
And I was in a predicament I've never been in before.
The children are safe, and old man dies,
The tears invaluable as the children cry.


Bit sad that, but was bored lol. Night all.

Edited at 00:22 Fri 22/06/07 (BST)

THAT WAS BRILL STE! Omg....*Hugs* Seriously i luv that one

Title while ur here Hun??

I'll give him one ...errr so to speak !!

FJ's

Who asked you to but in EH? EH? I was givin him a title!!!



Title: FJ's

Dont you snarl at me.......

Title FJ's

OOER! I WILL YA TART!




Heyyyyyyyyy Guevara title:FJ's !!













(Ha soft lad)

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Title for ya STE FJ's

PMSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL Am i yeah?? LMAO

LMFAOOOOOOOO

(LMAO @ anagram)

FJ's

Watch out people we're a deadly force,
Only one superior group on this site, of course.
We're the FJ's, the posters supreme,
Forum Junkies who all share the same dream:
To post on this site til our fingers run cold,
'Til our belly's all sag and we get really old.
Hours on end we converse in the threads,
Creating all this comedy from inside our heads.
A deadly old force, with an epic tale to tell,
Life for us FJ's has been really swell.
With thousands of posts, our group is elite,
And forums on other sites will fall at our feet.
Unbreakable we are, ever growing so fast,
Nothing in our way, our group will always last.
With stella, paula, stephy, dave mcquiston too,
And all you other Junkies, you know I mean you.
Raise your glasses high, and toast us to your health,
The Forum Junkies posting here, has brought this site wealth.

Brilliant Mate *claps hands*

General Chat

The fun starts here at about 6am,
When Stella and John, start their mayhem
After the good morning's and the how are you's
The subject soon get turned around into booze

Then off into main, the pair of them set
Who will be first, they both have a bet
Hunting the elusive, chrome coloured Wabbit
The hunting continues, it?s become quite a habit

Then about 7 or 8 along come bec and ben
Even Steph pokes her head in now and again
Kev the milkman, who?s got loads of Goss
Enter "old stinky" Stella's bloody boss


cont...........

Edited at 18:06 Sun 24/06/07 (BST)

Edited by forum moderator nick, at 21:42 Mon 27/02/12 (GMT)

It's around about 9ish that I disappear
And what a coincidence who should appear
A Girl well loved, by some more than most
Decides to wake up and thinks, I may as well post

So in waltzes Paula and lifts the gloom
Not that there's much in this lively chat room
Paula is Steph's best mate, she loves her to bits
And I really LOVE her because of her......sense of humour.

Throughout the rest of the day, people pop in and out
Theres Carl, Ste, Tids, Driver and more, no doubt
But it's a fun place to go, and just have a chat
And it will always be there, no worries about that !!

Stell ~x~

Edited at 18:05 Sun 24/06/07 (BST)

BRILL STE AND STELLA Just Brill i love them

LMAO @ Paula is Steph's best mate, she loves her to bits and i really love her becuase of her.......sense of humour




*hugs*

OMG those poems where amazing! i LOVE them!

MORE MORE!!


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