I still have my footy shorts, tucked in my drawer,
In case i go out, play another game and score.
There blue with the number seven, right mid i played,
And throughout my few years, that is where i stayed.
I saw many different shorts, differount colour and stripes,
Many covered in mud, that needed a wipe.
A lot that had rips in, too big or too small,
A lot with ridiculous sponsors - Oh ive seen them all!
I still wear mine around the house, when im out of the shower,
And i let the breeze flow up them, hour upon hour.
One day they'll be crazy, with mp3 players built in,
And the classic ones we all used will go in the bin.
It will be a sad day when our shorts are thrown from the game,
For they have been with me non-stop, through triumph and through pain.

lmao class !! again

As per Cuey, As Per.......Gud one Mr G........

Title:: Curly Hair........

Curly Hair

I have never had curly hair, well never on my head,
I was given no choice in life, and got straight hair instead.
But i cannot complain, i think it suits me more,
Although some certain people may see it as a bore.
Girls can change appearance so much, just by curling their hair,
And they spruce up for the night out, the lads just stop and stare.
It looks as though the queen has curly hair,
But i prefer hair on girls that is a bit more fair.
And maybe a lot younger, around my own age,
WHo are able enough to climb onto a stage.
But i wouldnt complain if i was curly, one day it will all be lost,
And the days i never did my hair will come at a great cost.

I would hate to have some curls
they would never attract the girls
I'd rather have a mullet
In the shape of a bullet
Or a ginger mop
With extra flop
I'd be ginger
I'd be a ninja
anything as long as i dont have curls

hahahahahaha

PMSL!! Cuey ur gettin better u are......

I look out to the sky, wearing a great big smile,
Telling jokes round the grill, laughing all the while.
Poking at the sausages, sipping on my beer,
The music playing aloud, for all the street to hear.
We have the 80's classics, the modern stuff too,
In the summer theres so many things to do.
So i stick on the kooks, and have a quick groove,
The cold beer runs down the throat, so slick and so smooth.
When the food is eaten, and the sun begins to sink,
We put some raggae on and turn down the volume a link.
The old relatives hold hands, as they gaze at us all,
And reminisce about the days when 'we were that small'
I hold a quick stare, and give a thoughtful grin,
If i could only be as happy as them, then surely i win.
Uncle dave jumps up, certain to shake his thing,
And he holds up his bottle and begins to sing.
What a fine sunday, we could have today,
If only this poem was true in that way.

Edited at 15:27 Sun 23/04/06 (BST)

title plz paula or steph .................

Edited at 18:06 Sun 23/04/06 (BST)

hehe ill read some wen am bac but they luk gd

title home.......

I love my home
It's like a garden to a gnome
It's like a nest to a bird
Like double maths to a nerd
But one day i will have to leave
And damn right i will grieve
But thats not for a while
and I'll only move less than a mile
Because i love my home
Just like i love foam ..

Nice one.

Lmao Cue!!!

Home

When all is wrong, and life is putting me down,
I know theres one place that will help me, in this crazy old town.
I feel a sense of warmth, and safety in myself,
Not the greatest building, its not made up of wealth.
But its where i have been risen, in all my 18 years,
Ive had many great times there, and shed a lot of tears.
And wherever i go, and whatever i do, i know it will be there,
Where i can rest myself and be treated well, with the goodness of mothers care.
This place is my heart, my loved ones live their on their own,
And i can always reach this place, by letter or by phone.
This place is called my home, a big heart in the map of my mind,
But soon this year i fly the nest, and leave this place behind.
But nowhere in the world will be the same, as this little old place,
And it will always be there to help in times of trouble, well its there - just in case.

Awww luberlyyyyyyy............

Title: Welcome

So i was on the second date, and i felt a little sad,
Today would be the day that i met her dad.
So i parked in the drive, and walked up to the door,
It was then that i dropped the present onto the floor.
The flowers were falling onto the welcome mat,
And narrowly missed her fathers pet cat.
Would i feel welcome, the rest was there to find,
I prayed to god that he would be so kind.
So rat-atat-tat on the door i knocked,
And could see that the door had already been locked.
So up came a tall figure broad in the chest,
I had a feeling of faintness, i needed a rest.
In swung the door, and i looked up at his face,
I was certain he could hear my heart, beating at pace.
So i sheepishly walked in at his order, shaking his hand,
And i could feel the rugged skin, almost as rough as sand.

So i stepped in off the mat, handed his wife the gift,
And she gave me a smile, which gave me a lift.
After an hour chatting, i felt welcome some more,
It was then when his daughter came down, i knew i had knocked on the wrong door!!!

Edited at 23:47 Sun 23/04/06 (BST)

You are flippin g8 ha ha ha ,,,,,,,,,,,,

Cos the girl at who's house I'd attempted to knock
had tattoos that no docker would mock
she had a sodding great chin, covered in beard
when her knees were apart, I were afeard!
in the evening she'd knock back whisky in pints
and her breath had a constant aroma of Heinz
but the girl that came down that night was so fine
that I fell on my knees and cried "girlie, be mine"
She yelled "oh yes my darling, whisk me away"
That was in April, the wedding in May
She told my life story over the PA system
And gave all the guests a royal welcome

The story caused me to be greatly shocked
For I had not uttered a word to her
My private stuff, I had kept all well locked
But I'd knocked on the house of my stalker

i wudddddd read them but av bin travellin 4 what seems like foreva so ill save them and read em 2mora nite

Okies stephy.....

Swing!!!! Ur back! or are ya??..*wonders* we missed u here ya know!

Title: Bright-n-Breezy.............