thanks

No probs.........


Poem Anyone????

Up the cold stairs, stood all alone,
Waiting for the ringing noise on his phone.
Expecting some news, most important assured,
This man waited hours, and soon got bored.
He had a look around, in the cellar downstairs,
Until in the corner he saw a big pile of hairs.
He investigated further, found bones and a skull,
The room that he was in was most certainly dull.
Eroded wood, and cobwebs up above,
A rusty old spade, and a very tarnished glove.
Blood stained and leather, very eerie indeed,
And he imagined all the prisoners, for their lives he did plead.
He took a swig of water, and heard a noise at the back,
He began to shiver, and his tongue became slack.
Then something solid, struck him right in the head,
And the unsuspecting charlie, was most certainly dead.

Very good Ste....

thank you, thank you...*takes bow*

New title: LOVESHACK!!!!!!!!!!

I have a nickname for my room, loveshack,
And in there many notches on my bed i do stack.
Various women, enter without a clue,
About the rauncy old things that I like to do.
Quiet and timid they sit on my bed,
And I sit down quietly, with thoughts in my head.
So before they know it, they're under my spell,
I make them so hot its like living in hell.
I work my hardest just to hear a moan,
I work about harder to force out a groan.
So with my sweat dripping, and a smile on my face,
Taking the innitiative, I quicken the pace.
Im sorry if this poem seems a bit rude,
But im trying my hardest not to be crude.
And then we will lay on the love-shack cloud,
Where we make our sweet love, and make so much sound.
The love shack is open, welcome for guests,
And I am there waiting, to seek out their quests.
Yes baby love-shack, the best place to be,
One reason for loving, the other for me.

Edited at 03:01 Wed 6/09/06 (BST)

Ok isn't it ironic, that when thoughts are deep,
It is so damn hard to try get some sleep.
The bags under my eyes are so heavy right now,
But I carry on typing, creating somehow.
Half shut, half open, I squint to the screen,
It looks back at an image of a tired human being.
The small things distract me, just a really small light,
Will keep me up for the rest of the night.
I try to watch television, but to no avail,
The ship of thought in my head has already set sail.
So i think about things that will happen real soon,
And I now know I wont wake up until way after noon.
Please let an angel, rest next to me in bed,
Maybe she can help me rest my sweet head.
But for now my eyes hurt, and I'm willing to cry,
Theres so much light from the moon in the sky.
I feel nocturnal, I hit my pillow with rage,
And my mind is locked in the wide awake stage.

WOOOOOOOOOOOO Lmao! Loveshack! La La Loveshack!!! (i was singing that song all day yesterday)
Ohhhhhh how true are them poems then hey???

Very Good Mr Guevara.......

Yeah Ste they where great i did start 2 read the firs one last night but i got distratcted by the tele


Title: Jetlag

Good title Stephy...............

OI GUEVARA! Get outta bed and do a poem........NOW! lol

Jet Lag

Finally home, with tired eyes and a sore head,
Anticipating your own special bed.
The time is now midnight, you thought you'd be tired,
The your wide awake still, so totally wired.
Hour after hour, the time ticks away,
And now you've moved on to a different day.
Still the time goes, but your body clock stays still,
You rest your hands on the window sill.
Looking out to the sky, begging for sleep,
Your head feels so heavy, your eyes so deep.
It is now five am, this is getting so daft,
Your so wide awake you could go take a bath.
Then daylight breaks through, it feels so strange,
The clock in your body is set at a different range.
And now the day is here, and you feel so bad,
Thinking of all that sleep that you could of had.
So just have a lie down, and rest your sweet eyes,
And finally you'll sleep, to your own great surprise.

Bravo!!!!!! That was great Ste.........





(sings...Loveshack..la..la..Loveshack!)

Edited at 14:18 Wed 6/09/06 (BST)

Haha...loveshack...I might stick that on and dance around room.

Yeah ste thanx hun *hugs* that was great!!

OMFG ! This is my FAVE thread and it was on the other page!!



Title: SAP!

No Forget that title!.....lol.....

New Title:Newcomers

LMAO was about to write the sap one too.

Newcomers arrive and newcomers go,
Some are quite witty, some are quite slow.
A lot are so friendly, a few of them mean,
A few of them truthful, but not as they seem.
Newcomers are old, and some of them young,
Some of them wierd, with a really harsh tongue.
But most are quite pleasant, and add to the pile,
This is the first wave of them we've had in a while.
I was once a newcomer, very scared and so shy,
I entered fun and games with a glint in my eye.
The I posted on this thread here, a little funny joke,
Then people sort of saw me as a poetry-like bloke.
Then I created the booze cruise, a newcomers idea,
So I built up a crew, and a whole lot of beer.
And now we are legends, we sail round the seas,
Some dont be afraid newcomers, join our threads please.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Very gud......


Sap got scraped, cos theres a debate about what it stands for!!

Woooooooooo Ste that was great!!!!!


Title: Debates