we need moreeeee

Ever get the feeling when you just cant move?
And getting out of bed is a hard task to prove?
Ever wonder when last night will seem to subside?
And the words will vanished that did so hurt your pride?
Ever get too warm when you just want to lay?
And the kids beckon you on to come and play?
Ever think about the next day ahead?
Because you would rather have that day instead?
Ever want to hide from the rest of your life?
Debate having kids and about having a wife?
I know this could be wrong, but if this were a song,
It would be clear and cut - like the edge of a knife.

awwwww ste thats dead good

He always does good ones stephy.............
awwww Ste do a crap one!! lmao....


Title:Rubbish

LMAO

Rubbish

Take this poem down to the bin,
For it is sure to be full of sick and sin.
It will contain vile words, with descriptions of hate,
A poem that certainly would not rate.
It would slate people down, and hold abuse,
And simply have no helpful use.

It would hold a smell like a rats behind,
And poison even the purest mind.
It would crawl up your skin like an evil snake,
And pollute even the cleanest lake.
Like an old trolley, it would grind and fall,
Cause graffitti on the city's walls.
So ignore this rhyme, for i have no time,
I dont even want to call this poem mine.

PMSL! Yayyyy Ste!! see stephy he CANT do a crap one

weyyyheyyyy......great poem ste


Title: Sport!

Sport

Sport is great as i do it myself,
And it brings many poor people fabulous wealth.
Today i watched tennis, the girls were on,
But sadly none of them wore a thong.
You see skimpy dresses have now been banned,
And today was grass, on English land.
Maria was screaming so very loud,
I oogled at the telly as she won, so proud.
And i love my footy, until a few days ago,
And if u ask to talk about it il simply say no.
But whether its cricket, footy, tennis or swimmin,
Ill play them all if they contain some women.
Fancy a swim, to relax your limbs,
Or a kick on the park, until it gets dark?

Woo Woooooooo Gud one Ste Ok i got a choice of titles for ya, you choose one or even use both k?...lmao!

Title 1) Rabbits

Title 2) Icecubes


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Lmao woo!

I had stumbled into a group of rabbits,
Who varied from a choice of really bad habbits.
And when i asked what was going on,
They turned round to me and told in a song:
'We are the randy rabbits of liverpool,
We learnt all our tricks in our famous love-school.
Here watch father as he takes out the ice,
And caresses our mother which makes her feel nice.'
I noticed the weather was not even hot,
And the last time i used cubes - well i had forgot.
The bunny was going rampant, shaking his tail,
And suddenly the wife began to moan and wail.
'Your making me hot, more ice right away'
And the other rabbits fell and carried on in that way.
It seems that the summer gets these rabbits so randy,
They only want a taste of the others sweet candy.

PMSL woooooo love it ste

L M F A O !!!!!!!! Ste..........oh nvm Ha Ha Ha Ha fab poem

WOOO we want moreeeeeeee


Title: ermmmm HOT

Hot

Todays weather was sunny, so very darn hot,
And i noticed their was one thing that i had forgot.
No suncream on my body, so i walked to the park,
Wishing i was underwater, like some great white shark.
As soon as i set foot, i could feel heat in my shorts,
They were the se xiest pair that i had ever bought.
Suddenly a rush of looks from different girls came,
All with a wink, all of them the same.
I started to jog round the back of the green,
When i saw the cutest girl that i'd ever seen.
I managed to stop, and ask for some of her cream,
The situation so eerie, just like a dream.
She rubbed it slowly on my abs, and all round my chest,
And she slowly started removing her white skimpy vest.
She grabbed my hand and took me behind the tree,
So go to the park, and for the rest - you will see


Edited at 22:18 Wed 5/07/06 (BST)

OK OK This is the 3rd thread ive posted after you and omfg.lmao its you who needs to cool down PMSL
Gud poem tho


Title: CHILL !! lmao

wooo gd poem

STE! Come on! Title:Chill........

Steeeeeeee

Chill

Its still hot today, but i think i should chill,
Even if it means going against my own will.
I'll just lay on the grass, and watch girls go by,
And cover my eyes with my little blue tie.
Pass me a drink, with ice cubes at the top,
Still orange i beg you, to hot for the pop.
I think i'll cool in the shade, and read a good book,
And my feelings will restrain if i have any look.
So with a damp towel round my neck, a wonderfull tool,
I have learnt myself how to chill and be cool.
But look over at paula, unable to sit still,
I think its time that girl did learn how to chill!