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08:08 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
Swing??WTF??(Your not doing any from my titles, WHY?)
No one doing one on Flossing for me then?
(apart fro Stella?)
Ok New Title:Golf
No one doing one on Flossing for me then?
(apart fro Stella?)
Ok New Title:Golf
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13:33 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
trivia 4 you, does anyone know how the word golf originated ???
It stands for.......
Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden.
It stands for.......
Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden.
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14:53 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
Really?
I thought more of it being
Gentlemen Ok Ladies Fab!!.........
Come on come on...Poems!!! pweeeeeeeze
I thought more of it being
Gentlemen Ok Ladies Fab!!.........
Come on come on...Poems!!! pweeeeeeeze
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15:35 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
Golf is a game i once played
but i admit i'd rather get laid
its probably fun
but id prefer a hole in one
without her having to be paid
but i admit i'd rather get laid
its probably fun
but id prefer a hole in one
without her having to be paid
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16:40 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
LMFAO soooooooooooooo much
Gud one! ha
Ste, am really missin ur poems mate
Swing, Cuey, Squeezy?? Come on!! where are ya all????
Gud one! ha
Ste, am really missin ur poems mate
Swing, Cuey, Squeezy?? Come on!! where are ya all????
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17:53 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
Golf
Golf is to played on a hot summers day,
Smacking the white ball along the fairway.
Looking for the hole () to pot your balls,
Trekking around the field, wearing just your smalls.
Its all the same to me, a bit of an old mans sport,
And the summer comes i dont give it a second thought.
For me it is the pub, thats it yes the pub all week.
For that is the place for women, where i tend to seek.
But golf can be on the telly, and put me to my sleep,
And the smile on my face, while the balls move at pace,
Will alwyas be mine to keep.
Golf is to played on a hot summers day,
Smacking the white ball along the fairway.
Looking for the hole () to pot your balls,
Trekking around the field, wearing just your smalls.
Its all the same to me, a bit of an old mans sport,
And the summer comes i dont give it a second thought.
For me it is the pub, thats it yes the pub all week.
For that is the place for women, where i tend to seek.
But golf can be on the telly, and put me to my sleep,
And the smile on my face, while the balls move at pace,
Will alwyas be mine to keep.
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19:40 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
UR BACK!!!!! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i missed ur poems! lol, gud one, but erm *a-hem* wots with the () ?? *tus* Ste!!!!!
Cuey title was golf!! lol
Ok new title is........Rainbow/s
Cuey title was golf!! lol
Ok new title is........Rainbow/s
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20:03 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
mary had a little lamb
its fleece was very red
the reason for that was you see
it had a pick axe in its head
its fleece was very red
the reason for that was you see
it had a pick axe in its head
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20:09 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
my name is mad
my rank is bad
i like real pool
....................... u guess the last bit lol
my rank is bad
i like real pool
....................... u guess the last bit lol
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20:14 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
I wrote a story once,
about a pauper man
who, every time he saw a rainbow
Just ran, and ran, and ran.
Just looking for that pot of gold
that should be at the end
A dyslexic typist typed it up
and drove me round the bend.
Either that, or she was drunk,
with her fingers on the keys
and left my story up the creek
and waving in the breeze
my hero's name was 'Cracker' Potter
turned into shards of pottery
The plot line, spelling, grammar rules
they all became a lottery
I had him find the pot of gold,
(and retire, don't you think)
In hers, he found a git of Plod
that threw him in the clink.
My rainbow story, coloured true
had horrible things done to it
Less like red, and green, and blue
and more like bloody vomit.
about a pauper man
who, every time he saw a rainbow
Just ran, and ran, and ran.
Just looking for that pot of gold
that should be at the end
A dyslexic typist typed it up
and drove me round the bend.
Either that, or she was drunk,
with her fingers on the keys
and left my story up the creek
and waving in the breeze
my hero's name was 'Cracker' Potter
turned into shards of pottery
The plot line, spelling, grammar rules
they all became a lottery
I had him find the pot of gold,
(and retire, don't you think)
In hers, he found a git of Plod
that threw him in the clink.
My rainbow story, coloured true
had horrible things done to it
Less like red, and green, and blue
and more like bloody vomit.
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21:46 Sat 13 May 06 (BST) [Link]
Very gud swing! About time ya came back here lol
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07:21 Sun 14 May 06 (BST) [Link]
Rainbow
At the age of eight there was a secret i kept,
And would never tell the story so.
That one day from the sky is where i had leapt,
And landed on the colours of a secret rainbow.
I saw all the colours, which shone so bright,
And there was music playing in the sky.
And then i would wake in my bed in the cold of the night,
I missed the rainbow, i wanted to cry.
A week went by and i leapt once more,
And landed on the stripe of green.
So i looked around the rainbow ,with a great load of awe,
It was the most beautiful thing, that i had ever seen.
There was no pot of gold, just something inside,
A feeling of triumph and glee.
I knew over time, that this feeling would subside,
But i still run out today, for the colours to see.
Continued...
At the age of eight there was a secret i kept,
And would never tell the story so.
That one day from the sky is where i had leapt,
And landed on the colours of a secret rainbow.
I saw all the colours, which shone so bright,
And there was music playing in the sky.
And then i would wake in my bed in the cold of the night,
I missed the rainbow, i wanted to cry.
A week went by and i leapt once more,
And landed on the stripe of green.
So i looked around the rainbow ,with a great load of awe,
It was the most beautiful thing, that i had ever seen.
There was no pot of gold, just something inside,
A feeling of triumph and glee.
I knew over time, that this feeling would subside,
But i still run out today, for the colours to see.
Continued...
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07:22 Sun 14 May 06 (BST) [Link]
It never happens now, t'was a childhood thing,
Was it fantasy,or was the trip true?
But i feel happiness inside, when the rain does bring,
A rainbow to shine, for just me and you.
Was it fantasy,or was the trip true?
But i feel happiness inside, when the rain does bring,
A rainbow to shine, for just me and you.
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09:58 Sun 14 May 06 (BST) [Link]
awwwwwww great poems evry1 keep em comin
Title: Falling.....
Title: Falling.....
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12:07 Mon 15 May 06 (BST) [Link]
Come on guys!!!!!!!!! Steph has give ya's a title! Dont be rude!!! do a poem
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14:16 Mon 15 May 06 (BST) [Link]
A poem about falling
now this may be appaling
a poet i'm not
i dont give a jot
but you'll never know who''ll come a calling
now this may be appaling
a poet i'm not
i dont give a jot
but you'll never know who''ll come a calling
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