Money

Here is a poem on the basis of cash,
Many people hide it in a safe or a stash.
Apparently it makes the whole world go round,
And people live to hear that coin-dropping sound.
All the millionaires sit next to their lavish pools,
Whilst starving children dont even have schools.
So maybe it could change, and we could all be the same.
And the children abroad could no longer feel any pain.
Especially some women, who cling to their men,
Only because the money is sure to go to them.
Im sure when im married, ill pick the right one,
And share it out equally, between her and my son.
Its strange how paper, can afford you to live,
And is placed in a card, as a present you give.
The world is now greedy, no love anymore,
The fact that i live like this, makes my heart feel poor.

WOW! these poems are amazing

no more poems from itgenswing?

yes there will be lol...hes not too well at the moment, and has a lot of work to do mate.

Swing has enuff to worry about, but im sure he will be back *hugs* 4 my mate Swing.

Footy, they are amazing are'nt they?? I luv them hehe........

Mr G, that was good........

Title::Dreams.........

I lie awake i cannot dream
Thinking of the day thats been
It was dull and boring
But now i can't sleep with my cat snoring
I think what my cat would be dreaming
About mice and birds and destroying the ceiling
So i got to sleep about 4 o clock
Then 10 minutes later there came a knock
Time to get up sleepy head
Out of your bed
Well it just seems
That I don't have any dreams

Yayyyy Cuey *Claps* very gud...........

* bows * * blows kisses to audience *

PMSL!!!!!

i not had time 2 read these but will wen i get bac

Dreams

I wish that my dreams would come true,
And maybe today wouldnt be so blue.
The sun would shine, without any rain,
I wouldnt stub my toe on the door, which causes pain.
I would buy one single lottery ticket, and win the lot,
I would have a beautiful baby, to rock in its cot.
I cannot tell you all of my dreams,
For a lot of them may seem obscene.
Lots of women , ones i have never seen before,
I dream widly in bed while i flicker and snore.
If i could have one dream, i would choose to be content,
Married happily , with children, a house not up for rent.
Probably somewhere obscure, never discovered before,
This would ease away my pain, the dream would be the cure.

OOOOOOOOOOOh i wucking luv this thread!! Great Mr G..........


Title:Tired............

(hey ppl)

Tired

My body feels drowsy, like a big ball of lead,
And the heaviness of fatigue lays itself on my head.
My legs are like sponge, secured by the knee,
But as i walk further, they give in beneath me.
All night i was awake, and then went for a run,
My back arches and crushes me, it feels like a tonne.
I finally reach home, and collapse in a heap,
A sorry sight to see, i cannot force myself to sleep.
My eyes like sandbags, under so much force,
My hips feel like they have been trod on by a horse.
I yearn for my bed, just to rest for the while,
As i place myself on the matress, i sneak a sly smile.
I am finally at rest, my pulse can be humble and slow,
But i will be the same the next day, tired again i know.

OMFG! That exactly how i feel..ha ha ha
(did i tell you i still went on my run ste?) ha ha....


Title: Hugs 4 JSG.......

hehe - i know you too well already haha!

hugs 4 JSG

Theres always the time when we all feel blue,
And today was no different paula - today it was you.
So tired after last night, and woke up so early,
I wish i knew how you felt , well i have done- nearly.
So when you come up, i will be waiting at the door,
With arms wide open, like i have done before.
Ill embrace you so tight, and give you the biggest hug,
Keep you locked tight from the world, making sure you are snug.
And everytime you feel this, i will always be there,
Waiting and waiting, my best interests in your care.
So fear not JSG, when you need the hug, ste is here,
For when your tired and drowsy, i will hold you so near.
Get some rest too hun, dont exhaust your sweet self,
In my best interests again, is also your health.

So I gave a hug to JSG
Then a ride in my JCB
Just like my dad gave me
cause my names Cue and my dads bruce lee
And he drives me around in his JCB
So Paula feel free to take a hug from me
When you have a sore knee
Or when ypou feel rough
But I know your quite tough
So i end with a rhyme
As i'm wasting precious time .

NO! No hugs for JSG!
For Swing has stolen them all
He'll return them for a fee
Want them back, then make a call!

Cuey!! Ur wasting ur time??OH NO UR NOT ha ha they keep me amused these poems!(keep them up)

Swing!! I havent got a single hug left cos u stole them from me, why do you think im asking for them and not giving them???
I dont think u shud charge me a fee for hugs, i shud get them for FREE! Give them back NOW!!
(and it was a lot of hugs u stole so u be here all day).............

There was a lad from funky
Who i knew as Mr G
Everyday he done a poem
Especially for me

And all them little poems
To read, they take a while
They always seem to make
My face light up in smile

So Mr G 4 all ur poems
sad ones and the smart
I wanna say a Thankyou
from the bottom of my heart!

Woo Woooooooooo Paula............

wooooooooooooo lol title plzzzzzzzzzzzzz

yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Title::Mr Cue........