haha...no!!! there's only one ste around my way....

But there's loads on here!!!!

Really? Your the only Ste i know hahahaha, mind you i cudnt cope with another Ste EW! hahaha am only messing mate *HUGS*......

Wonder when Squeezy is gonna leave his "ODD" one here and there poem for us? And Swing, his were good........
Looks like its back to me and you hey haha......
Ok erm, lets think of a gud Title, err, la la la erm...

Title:Junkies.......

Oh we are all just junkiies
On this game called funky
We just cant stop posting
Just like i cant stop roasting
Cause it is very hot here
Ste chuck me a long , cold beer
Anyway back to the poem
Not posted for a while so i owe em'
But for the junkies there is nothing i can do
Try just sitting on the loo
It keeps you off the comp
And you also have a dump !

Im sure we done junkies, so this is just a quick one.

Just another day on the funky pool forum,
Undoing the tension and getting rid of my boredom.
Never disappointed, with the friendly posts around,
Kindly I reply, i think everyone is sound.
In no less than three minutes, a poem is done,
Everybody turns up daily, to join in the fun!

yayyyyyyyyyyyyy Cuey i must say u are improving hehehe
Soz Ste didnt know we had done junkies,,,sowwwyyy


Title: Cream eggs....

cream eggs...

I didn't get an egg for easter, no not one,
And i put the question to my mum:
'where's my egg, i know im eighteen,
But leaving me egg-less is just plain mean.
So a few days later, i went to lay on my bed,
And there on it's own, lay a cadbury's cream egg.
So slowly i unwrapped it, taking great care,
Until there it ws in my hand, the egg was bare.
I nibbled the top, revealing the cream,
And it was the best looking egg that i had ever seen!
So succulent and tender, so soft in its tone,
I always have to eat the sweet baby's alone.
So when you go to the shop, and see them staring right back,
Buy it with more eggs, and take them home in your sack!

hehe yayyyy gd poems

title........teddies....

Yay Ste ,,i wuv cweam eggs......

haha....paula the egg-muncher!!!!

teddies

I had a little teddy when i was a child,
And the simple name i gave him was 'bear'.
The tone of colour was beige, and his attitude was mild,
When i went to bed at night, bear was always there.

With the constant smile he had, i always felt secure,
And often moved his legs and arms around.
Whenever i stayed in, bear was never a bore,
Telling me jokes without making a sound.

One day i got home, and bear had burnt his ear,
And i immediately thought it would me my brother.
At the sight of the wound, i gave a silent tear,
And ran to the next room to cry to my mother.

Bear stayed with me for many years on end,
And i don't know where he is these days.
I hope he hasn't been chucked, or stole by a friend.
But i hope to God he is happy, where ever he lays.

i miss my bear now...he was a legend

Awwwww Ill buy ya one mate hehe........

haha, i want MY bear though...he might be in the attic...he probably hates me now. But im grown now, he will have to deal with it bless him....

He will have to deal with it??? Its YOU who misses HIM! lmao!Oh just go find him, give him a dust down, and plonk him on ur bed! haha

awwwwwww great poem Ste yeah go find him he needs some luv as u horribly put him in the attic grrrrr lol

haha i didn't put him anywhere, i think he packed up his stuff and left, maybe because the cat's might of tormented him, i dunno !!

Grrrrrrrrrr to that cat...


Title::Cats.........hehe

I have cat thats black and white
Its awfully cute but can put up a fight
Most of the day it lies on its bed
Looking around then licking its leg
And i sit and think " it must be great"
You eat you sleep then you mate
I'd love to be a cat
And just lie on the welcome mat
My cat is so lucky with me as its owner
It's no longer a loner......................


True story .... i have a black and white cat

Edited at 21:26 Thu 27/04/06 (BST)

Awwwwwwwwww Cuey woo woo wee.......lol
great poem......Whats his name??

hehe - this is also truth:

My cats

I have two cats, who i love with all my heart,
And i could go on all day, but here is just one part.
Both female, poppy and pepsi, i didn't give the names,
And whenever they're giddy, we always play games.
Whether it's chasing a ball, or fighting my hand,
The fun that we share is simply so grand.
Pepsi is older, and wiser i think,
But she runs away at everything - even if you blink.
Poppy is the brave one, with hardly any teeth,
From biting the rats, bringing them home causes grief.
But we adopted them as kittens, saved them so to speak,
And i pay them attention, undisturbed through the week.
Pepsi sits here now, just cleaning her tail,
And then we will playfight, as she scratches with her nails.
If anything happened to them, it would be like losing a family member,
And the day that they pass will be a sad day to remember.

Edited at 23:33 Thu 27/04/06 (BST)

The thought of them going, almost brings me to tears,
Thinking of all the times we've shared all through the years.
But for now they live easy, all day basking in the sun,
Chasing the grass blades, always looking for fun.