yh Yh Debates...

hehe wooo

hey, read all ur poems Ste Bravo Bravo
do Debates

The Lonely Boy

In a house so far away
a boy lives another day
stuck in a room with 4 doors
he hears noises in the dark moors
confused to which door he must take
the wrong one, monster could it wake
3 of them r wrong, one is right
pick the right one, hell be home on his trike
this boy is so scared, he has to be sure
to pick the very right door
he anxiously waddles over to the right
hand on the knob, and says night, night
if this is wrong, his life is over
he'll never get to drive a rover
thats this boys long life dream
that could vanish, if his choice is not keane
he turns his hand and tugs on the door
and walks, creaping on the floor
he realizes hes not dead yet and jumps up for glee

when two spikes kill him, as you can see
you have to be wise about your choice
listen to your consience and follow the voice
i am lying about the spikes, the boy gets free
and thats precisly when he jumps up for GLEE

(couldnt fit all of it in lol, was it good)

Edited at 20:02 Thu 7/09/06 (BST)

It was depressing ... I like it!!!!

lol thanks (wot u mean by depressing tom huh? lol

if this is wrong, his life is over
he'll never get to drive a rover

LMAO ruddan that line is class

LOL is it really lol


P.S: Thanks m8 y makes it soo class? lol

Edited at 20:46 Thu 7/09/06 (BST)

Good one ruddan................

*wonders where the poem from Ste is*





Come on Guevara!!!

Debates

Ever been in a room with mass-debates, (lol)
Where men shout until blue in the face?
The room was full of boffins, including Bill Gates,
And a man from every country, every race.

They were debating over oil, the troublesome thing,
Over money, and who deserved what.
Then one small chinaman began to dance and sing,
And said he had already bought his favourite spot.

I was in the garden sleeping, when a man walk in,
And he had a notice in the palm of his hand.
He said that my garden belong to Who Gun Win,
And that I had to pack up, and get off his land.

And so I was homeless until one fine day,
I struck oil, and made a fortune for me,
That china man was certainly led far astray,
And now that old garden is owned by I - ste!

Woooooooooooooooooo !! good one Guevara

Not quite a poem but.....I'm gonna adopt this as my song........

DOUGH... the stuff... that buys me beer...
RAY..... the guy that sells me beer...
ME...... the guy... who drinks the beer,
FAR..... the distance to my beer
SO...... I think I'll have a beer...
LA...... La la la la la la beer
TEA..... no thanks, I'm drinking beer...
That will bring us back to... DOH!

PMFSL!! How can u call me crazy????

I like that one Stella HaHa

LMFAO.

Good isnt it Ste ha! ok title for ya ....

UP EARLY! or EARLY MORNINGS! or something to that effect haha

(I'll give you effect grrrr! )

They say the early bird catches the worm,
But on a morning under my quilt I do squirm.
I hate to get up, my bed feels so great,
And this is apparent to all of my mates.
Because they ring and they knock to try get me out,
But I lay in my bed like a stubborn old lout.
The sun really shines with that morning like smell,
And my eyes are heavy, and burn like hell.
But I drag myself up, have a wash and a brush,
Rub some cold water all over my mush.
Then I get down the stairs, and stand in the garden a sec,
Create a huge yawn , and scream out ' Oh hec! '
Then I read my mail, good new or bad,
A lot of mail makes me happy, but today made me mad!

Yay!!! i like that one ..in fact sounds like me ..pmsl!

Oh Stella I'm PMSL at ure poem i really am hahahaha

and ste ures was greeeeatttt

Lmao i was too Stephy Ha Ha...oooooo i got a new title!! During sex!! (like the thread haha)