most of it!

Drunk

Everyweekend I am drunk up to the eyes,
And my mother now knows it not too much surprise.
When i fall through the door, as loud as can be,
And I sit in the kitchen watching lots of tv.
I take out my phone, I want some junk food,
And i'd usually get pizza, but im not in the mood.
So here comes the kebab, without chilli sauce mind,
Because when i wake in the morning, i still want my behind.
So i munch it all away, with crumbs on the table,
And il try to pour a drink, but only if im able.
And then i'll climb up the stairs, into my room,
Staggering and banging, like a buffoon.
Then i sit on the chair, and the computer turns on,
I wait for it to load, and hum a nice song.
Then i sit and i sway, and i talk a lot of balls,
Chatting on funky, whilst i lean on my wall.
And yes all this is true, so beware if im around,
Not that thats a threat, coz when im drunk i am sound.

When ya drunk ya get booted so wtf LMAO .......
Good poem Ste....Ya want another title??

Yer but give it another ten mins hun

Okies.........or just do a random one when ya want k.....lol

If i stayed in tonight, would you think less of me?
Because I'd rather sit down and watch tv.
Would you turn up your nose, if i had no cash?
And my little car didnt look so flash?
Would you kick up a fuss, if i was five minutes late?
Then slap my face and call off the date?
If i had bought us a place but it was a small little home,
Would you stamp your feet and leave me alone?
If i turned up at your house, with a hair out of place,
Would you take me a side, and rant on in my face?
Are material things important, or do you love me for me?
Is it the same lovable person that you still see?
Because in my eyes your the same, and always forever,
I will love you just for you, and would break your heart never.

Edited at 22:24 Tue 29/08/06 (BST)

Her eyes always shine, with the brightest of blue,
Her heart is so warming, honest and true.
Her touch is so light, but causes so much feeling,
When she walks in the room, my heart hits the ceiling.
With the greatest smile, she makes me melt,
And has the most luscious perfume, that i've ever smelt.
Her walk, her movement, is so pleasant to see,
And id be the luckiest man ever, if she even noticed me.
With the smoothest skin, and the greatest grin,
The most beautiful ears, and the cutest chin.
The most wonderful body, the best tummy ive seen,
This woman was made perfect, her body so lean.
Her hands feel so warm, when she grasps my own,
The type of girl in this world, who is never alone.

WOW! I swear i dont know how you do them Ste....but....i love them!!!!!! *hugs*

(I have a small leprechaun in my top drawer who tells me what to write you see)

OH! ............Im SURE it was a pigeon Called Mark!



(ps.i think they are great anyways...)

maybe he has both... thats y he can rite them so quick i think their genius, and i wish i cud do as well at anything

I Wish i could do poems like that too bob! Yeah i think he has MORE than a Leprechaun and a pigeon
In Fact i'll bet its one of his cats even typing for him!!!

i reckon he has a team of monkeys working round the clock making these up

OH PMSL! Yeah! Come on Ste, ya can tell us haha.....


oh wait..new title:MONKEYS!

plus, you have to get davey jones in there, see what paula says...

I have three cheeky monkeys, under my bed,
And they advise me what to write, when I visit in this thread.
The trio have names, Luke, Mikey and John,
And they help me write verse, and poem and song.
With their little black fur, the climb up the room,
And while i polish around, they sweep with the broom.
I pay them a wage, for helping me write,
And I hand them a tenner at the end of the night.
Thats two hundred and ten, i pay out everyweek,
And sometimes my temper doesn't half reach its peak.
But without my monkeys, I simply couldn't write here,
And my mind would be cabbaged, and riddled with beer...

(ctd..)

One day Luke packed up, said he had done enough,
And said my poems were starting to get rough.
But Mikey and John, still live by my side,
They said that they love me, I sat there and cried.
To have these two monkeys, who are smarter than me,
Really goes to show what a monkey can be.
Alas, poor Luke, but i hear he is doing so well,
Publishing books, well Luke - that is swell.
Davey jones came by, he helps me write too,
And says he cant wait to write one for you.
He has long black hair, and arms that are wide,
Not really hes skinny - sorry, I lied.
He cooks and he cleans, he is like a housemate,
He writes his own poems, and stays here til late.

so you're secrets out now ste lol . still brilliant poetry tho

YAY!!!! lmao! gud one Ste! Hey bob,how do u know about Davey?? u been reading the booze cruise?? Join us! just land on deck via parachute!!!!

course, its a great little thread! thanks for the idea, tho i think ive got a better one...

( You really shud post on Gen Chat for all this talk ya know!............Cya there!)