wooooooooo

PMFSL!! Oi You!! Ha hahaha good one

steeeeee we want more plzzzz

Ste?? where are ya hun?

hes gone missinggggggggg

Missing

How did i get here, amongst all the trees?
I got lost here so fast, with so much ease.
So i tumble over reeds, and bushes and plants,
Whilst small ugly moths eat away at my pants.
My hair is now ruffled, with dirt on my face,
The smell of my body is an utter disgrace.
I am lost in this forest, with nothing for food,
And im certainly not in the greatest of moods.
Please someone find me, heres an SOS,
Send me a sandwich, with egg and some cress.
Im lonely and scared, as the night draws near,
And sweat starts to run more as i sense my own fear.
A crackle in the background, something is there,
It could be a nutter, or a big grizzly bear.
I need to get back from my junkies on pool,
For to keep me missing here, would surely be cruel.

nice

awwwww ste *hugs* ure bac now great poem

Ever sit at home and think what the future will hold?
And wonder how your days are going to unfold?
Have you planned where you will go, and who you will meet?
Or how many miles you will walk on your feet?
Will you be famous, or will you grow old alone?
Will your voice change to a boring, sad tone?
Maybe you'll have children, and loved ones around,
Maybe you'll go deaf and not hear a sound.
The wonderful birds may drop out of the sky,
Newborn babies might cease to cry.
Old women may talk like they belong to a gang,
Revolutionary priests might form their own clan.
Cats may woof, and budgies moan like a w hore,
Or the rain may continuously pour and pour.
The sun may die and we may carry a torch,
The plain hot deserts may never scorch.
Meteorites could hit on tomorrows next day,
But i wouldnt change myself now, never, no way.

i love that poem ste its great, descibes me too hehe

Ste They are fab hun, We need them every day tho!!!! *hugs*


Oh Title: HUGS!

nice 1 ste.... nice reading it.... i dont read many thing so think urself lucky lmao.... nice poem.... enjoyed it lol

hehe cheers m8

Hugs are bubbly, and fun and great,
Hugs from a mother, or one from a mate.
A hug to make all the pain go away,
A hug every morning, every day.

Im sure ive done a poem on hugs before,
But here it is again, right at my door.
So im writing and writing, words out of knowhere,
Whilst the shower water still drips of the end of my hair.
So ill finish this verse before any1 shrugs,
So back to the title, what was it? Hugs?

Oh yes it was, so ill give you a cuddle,
Before it gets awkward and we get in a muddle.
So take me in your arms, and we shall embrace,
please put a big smile back on the front of my face.
So who fancies a hug, i give them out for free,
The best ones in town, are always off me.

Edited at 22:01 Mon 10/07/06 (BST)

MEEEEEEE Ste! Ill have one haha Awww i didnt know if ya had done one on hugs b4 am sowwwwweeeee *HUGSSSSSSS* lol

Ok new title......erm.......CLOCKS

i want one tooooooooo

STE! Come on we need a poem AND a Hug

*Hands out the hugs*

In my dream home i would wake to the sound of a clock,
Gold plated, moving with a tick and a tock.
Always helping so that i know the time,
Waking me up at twenty minutes to nine.

Big clocks and small ones, ugly and nice,
Ones with faces for hands, others with mice.
A great grandfather clock, covered in dust,
The little bedside one, that has seen so much lust.
A chime at the hour, big ben just outside,
ha! i live in Leeds, so you know i just lied.
My clock is on my phone, or even on this screen,
Or on the sky digital menu, where the time has just been.
I used to have a clock, so cute and so small,
One day it fell down the bed, hitting on the wall.
So clocks arent as important as they used to be.
For the time is everywhere, on the phone or TV.

Edited at 12:58 Tue 11/07/06 (BST)

woooooo gd poems steee

*hugs bac*

Woooooooooooooo Ste..lol


Last night we was bored, Oh My
We got sik of playing I Spy
So we went into Main
Me and Ste. (wot a pain)
And i ended up stealing his Tie!!

LMFAO woooooooooo!!!!

That was fab!

So my tie had been took,
By hook or by crook.
And my neck was left bare on its own.
Paula had stolen my tie,
(which brought a tear to the eye)
And i was left in my shirt all alone.