PMFSLLLLLLLl @ that poem hahahaha

So you allllll can read it

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So i said to this horse, why the long face?
He said "Cos i got no chance in this next race"
I said "don't be so down, theres's always a chance"
He said "you gotta be kiddin, i'm from bloody France"

He said "Seen what they do do to the horse out there"
They kill them, and eat them for steak, as their fare"
So i thought, hang on, thats not fair of course !!
Then i thought again, and said "fcuk me, a talkin horse" !!



heh heh

LMAO i likes it

When I was a little boy
Snuggled safe in bed
They said I should play with my soldiers
If I wanted to get ahead

I looked down at my soldiers
Generals and Majors and said
Sod the higher orders
(And I played with my privates instead!)

The bright lights shone and the street cars roared,
Little Jim had took a walk as he was so bored.
The big city lights shone high up above,
And he choked on cold air has he pulled on the last glove.
Steam rising from the path, he made his way downtown,
Wrapping his cloak around his neck, carrying a frown.
Ten minutes earlier there was rage, shouting in his home,
He chucked a plate against the wall and had to be alone.
The row was so silly, no point at all, the cold hair did him good,
The rain had just started to fall so up he pulled his hood.
Walking through the darkness, down a street,
He heard footsteps - not from his feet.
And as he looked round there stood a large figure,
Maybe two hundred pounds but it was hard to consider.
'Give me you wallet' is all the man said,
And in a flash second our man was struck in the head.
Slowly he fell, but that was not the sound heard,
Because as he fell his sweet head struck the curb...

Ctd...

In a pool of blood he lay there, the thief quickly fled,
The man reached up his hand to feel blood gushing from his head.
So weak and so helpless, he felt the end was near,
No feeling in his body - it was hard to shed a tear.
Over a pointless arguement, this mans death was his fate,
So people dont be filled with rage - be nice before its too late.

good poems everyone!


Ste! lmao like that one - good moral!

I Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuurve this thread

F A B !!!!

Starkle starkle little twink
who the heck you are I think
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol
I'm just a little slort of sheep
I'm not drunk like tinkle peep
I don't know who is me yet
but the drunker I stand here the longer I get
Just give me one more drink to fill me cup
'cuz I got all day sober to Sunday up

HAHAHHA Good One.

TITLES:

1) Laughing (Cos i cant stop atm pmslll)


2) Happy


3) Smiling






Be back soon Ste *hugs*

Laughing

It can arrive in gas, or be great and true,
I hope I can accomplish this effect on you.
To make you laugh, and giggle and cry,
The times when your hysterical - and dont know why.
Jogging on the inside, is how I think it works,
Laughing on end until your stomach does hurt.
Teeth all showing, tears streaming down,
Rolling around on the floor like a clown.
Hands on the sides as they begin to split,
A burst of laughter that causes you to spit.
A sly little giggle in a real quiet place,
Holding in the laughter til your red in the face.
And then a little escapes and everyone looks round,
Then its too late and your feet tap the ground.
Its one of the best feelings that I can ever feel,
Laughter is so pure, so funny and so real.

Happy


The thing that has made me so very happy on this day,
Is the thought of sittin on a beach next week - on my holiday.
A cold drink in hand, and the sea on my toes,
The wind through my hair and the heat on my nose.
A smile on my face, going ear to ear,
The situations I'll get in when I've had too much beer.
Nice and chilled on a lilo in the middle of the sea,
What a happy holiday for just my friend and me.
I'll be sat when the suns goes down, pondering my life,
The happy thought of settling down with three kids and a wife.
Two weeks in the blissful heat, meeting locals too,
This is the thought of happiness that I tell to you.
Of course I'll miss home for a bit, but hardly I can say,
This is my very happy thought, my happy thought of today.

Edited at 14:21 Wed 27/06/07 (BST)

You lucky git Ste havent got a spare place have ya

Great poems btw

I love that one! yayyyyyyyyyy

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Title!..... Leaving/Staying


Which ever u wanna do!

GUEVARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Come on bab..do some poems pweeeeeeeeeze