awwwwwwww ure cats sound fun! and very cute

i have no pets lol oh well....gd poems tho

title:........rain.....

Aww Ste u softy awwww *hugs* gd poem....

I absolutly hate the rain
Because its a real pain
I prefer the sun
To get a nice tanned bum
Rain helps the plants
But soaks my pants
The rain is bad
and makes me mad
I hate the rain
Because its a real pain
O i hate the rain
so much....

YAY *Claps* keep going cuey,,woo wooooooooooooo...........

I believe the rain defo has a cause,
And has a law above most of our laws.
It chucks down when it wants, creating mess,
But the plants are thankful, even if they are less.
I am sorry, im drunk, and wish i was stood,
Out in the garden, without coat or a hood,.

I believe it is there to remind us of life,
And so be it, maybe the rain can grow me a wife...

Btw i am sooo dru nk soz if it is bad

surely not .......

DRUNK?WOTS THAT WOOOOOOOOO AM NOT DRUNK THO AM TEENY WEENY INCY BITSY TIPSY ME THINKS OH BLAME ME MATE SOOOOOOOOO FUNNY POEMS POEMS POEMS OOOOOOO HEF IT ILL READ THEM TA MOZ NEVER BAD ALWAYS GOOD

i thnk paulas a little worse than i was!!!!

Sober up woman!

I Was sober Ste! Wadda'ya mean sober up?? hehe

Title; Drunk/ Sober..you choose hun....

Its every weekend and i am drunk,
And in someone's bed i always bunk.
Weary and tired, and a long walk home,
Texting a girl on your mobile phone.
Babbling rubbish, making a slight conversation,
Cracking a joke causing much elation.
Sinking pint after pint, reactions getting slow,
Waving to the old friend that you think you know.
Smoke filling the room, and stinging your eyes,
A girl walks in who you fancy, causing surprise.
Stumbling to the toilet, pounding through the door,
Using the same old urinal, that you have used before.
Rocking on a stool as you sit at the bar,
Waving a fiver for attention, putting small change in the jar.
Picking at peanuts, counting change in you hand,
Letting it drop to your pocket, like small grains of sand.
These are things that occur, when you are p***ed,
But when i am an old man, these days will be missed.

Every week he does get drunk
The beer makes him smell like a skunk
But he has to draw a line
Were to stop drinking wine
One day you will die
Not because you got high
Because you couldn't walk straight
And couldn't support your weight
And you go home to your wife
Who looks after your life
And say "did you miss me"
I've just been drinking a whiskey
I've been down the pub
And went to a strip club
O' the wonders of alcohol
But next time you have a beer
I hope you read this poem here
And think of your health
Cause the dat after you won't be yourself

hahaha well done cuey...

i've chirped up a bit, and just made a sandwich so here goes:

Fried egg sandwich sitting on my bed,
Two paracetemol to stop the banging on my head.
A glass of cold water to keep my throat clear,
My blue mobile phone which i always keep near.
The sky remote next to the sandwich, ready to be pushed,
The sandwich is nearly cold so this poem must be rushed.
One bite, two bites, most of it is gone,
A quick flick to MTV to listen to a song.
A little slurp of water, so bear with me a sec,
And i try to think of a word that rhymes as i rub my neck.
In fact i will watch some telly, stick it on e4,
And then come back and write another, like i've done before.

ooooooooo all very very gd hehe cuey ures are gettin gd keep em comin

FISHING

i went fishing for dinner
i went down to the river for the fish which was going to be my dinner
i went all the way to the river but forgot my rod
i went all the way back from the river to get my rod
i went with the rod to the river
i went to the edge of the river bank with my rod
i went home again because i didn't have any line
i went to the fish n chips shop on the way home

HA HA HA!!! Omg the wonders of poems.......

Ste, that drunk one has got to be real...lol

Cuey im well impressed with you...

Title:Jogging

hehe

Jogging

I was walking to the shop, when i saw a fat man,
Jogging round the park, i think his name is Stan.
He is famous round our end, so slobbish with stench,
And after a few minutes he collapsed on the bench.
With pink lycra shorts and a headband, he pulled out a pie,
I was laughing so hard, and wiping tears from my eyes.
Then he took a swig of his water, and got back to his feet,
And started jogging again - he deserved a treat.
So i walked to the end of the path, and held out a tray of caked creams,
And he started sprinting so fast his shorts burst at the seams.
The dogs howled as he looked for a tree to hide,
But there wasn't none there, so he got under the slide.
Indecent exposure, a night in jail he did spend,
But at least i hear his pink lycra's are back on the mend.

he he good one mr g cannot think of one i have poets block paula u should move on to next title

hahaha lovin that 1 ste tho wudnt like 2 meet that jogger in the park! lol

title:........space.......

haha just been going through the poems, there's so many now!!!!

Space

I often look up to space when theres a clear night sky,
And as i think about life, my mind starts to pry.
How far does space go? Does it ever end?
I would never answer these questions - not enough time to spend.
Is space just a large galaxy, are there dimensions of time?
I wonder what it would be like to have the mind of mr. einstein.
So for now i will watch t.v. and have the documentaries discover,
And when it has finished i will just watch another.
If there are aliens there, then bring them all down,
I'd love to take the nutters for a night out in town.
They say each star is a galaxy, so there must be more there,
And as i think of these subjects i rush my hand through my hair.
I want to go to space, and maybe walk on the moon.
But hey who knows, we could be living there soon.

Best thread eva!!!!!!


Title: Spouts.............