SHHHHHHHHHHHH Ste-eeeee ffs That was a one off cos the poems make me smile.....
Back to you from now on haha
An Swing???(he aint dun one for ages!!)
An squeezy?? (every now and then he sed!)
An Cueyyyyyyyy yayyyyyyyyy Cueys are gettin better wooo wooo mr cue......

ooh well done on ure poem paula and love ures ste always

title: curtains...

Pink ones, blue ones some come red
Some come dull as lead
Some a big some are small
Some are old , some are tall
Some are modern , some are vintage
Some are clean , some have a smudge
Some are smelly , some are just sick
Some are thin , some are thick
Yes it's curtains the wonderful curtains

hehe gd poem cuey.... wondered what people wud come up with from that

Well i make a poem out of anything

so it seems hehe well done just ste, swing and maybe squeezy 2 wait 4 now

Wooooooooooo Cuey u ARE gettin betta an betta hehe
Ur turn Ste..........

Curtains

The curtains are just sitting, right behind this screen,
And they look so bright today, well the colour is cream.
Cream with my bedroom, ikea through and through,
I decided on this colour, which was originally blue.
So at night i pull the blinds, and the curtains in turn,
And close them up fully, so the shade holds in the dark firm.
Curtains are wierd, i dont think about them much,
But now i have, i wish i did as such.
They have served me well these curtains, i should give them names,
Maybe bill and bob, or even pete and james.
But whatever they are called, they always keep out the light,
So i can rest my sweet head, when the sky turns to night.
And they keep out moths, which i really detest and hate,
So now i shall draw these curtains, before it gets too late.

Edited at 20:33 Thu 4/05/06 (BST)

Gud one Ste.......lol

Title:Roller Blades........

I remeber the good old happy days
Playing football on roller blades
Those were the best days in the summer
Back to school then what a bummer
But the warm long nights
We used to have fake fights
Play rugby on the lawn
At the crack of dawn
No times for bed
You little sleepy head
It's the summer holidays make the most of them
You can't be ten forever

Woo Woooooooooooooooo ha ha ha very very gud Cuey........

There once was a young man called stella
who i admit, was a hell of a fella
he got off his bum,
went on the forum,
while scoffing a tub of nutella

badaboom tush.......!!

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Stella! Am impressed....hahahahaha

(ur quite funny u......lol )

But u gotta do one about the title we put hehe..

oooooooooooo lovein the poems well done cuey on all of ures, and ste ures are always great , and stella woooo keep em comin

Ha ha ha i wuuuuuuuuuuuv this thread!

Title: The Weekend.......

Time to go out and spend
Finally it's the weekend
Meet up with your mates
Ones always got to be late
Go out and get drunk
Just like an old monk
Go out and have fun
In the summer sun
It's the weekend
Saturday, sunday
Oh those are happy days

wooooo love it cuey

i had this one weekender
when i went on a bender
i lay on my bunk
was drunk as a skunk
and woke up with a woman called brenda

hahahahaha love it stella hahahaha gunny as that is and u just cheered me up wooo

a girl i know called paula
my god. cant she just holla
she relieved my boredom
by gettin me on this forum
i cant wait to give her a 7 baller