What?? what ya 4 ? lmao!

(at ruddans poem for me!)

I took a camera and filmed myself,
About the lack of my own personal health.
The doctor wouldn't listen, he said I was fit,
But I saw straight through his intelectual wit.
I knew something was wrong, deep inside,
And soon it would be too hard to hide.
So I made this tape, sent it to the hospital,
Informing the board that I was severly ill.
And then one day a letter came,
Brandishing my beautiful, innocent name.
I was invited for tests, they had time for me,
And I was to go there a week later, at half past three.
An hour went by, I was on my way home,
Then a few days later, there was a call on the phone.
He said I was clear, like the doctor had said,
But he also ran a test on the brain in my head.
Now I sit in this home, declared mentally ill,
And I stare through the window with my head on the sill.

awwww ste good poem....

I wud try 2 write one but i cnt even begin 2 think where 2 start! lol

(oops! soz Ste!)

Great poen again lol

Go ooooon StephyTry!!

Yeh go steph lol...

I couldnt sleep last night, and erm...well nevermind lol.

Mr G / STE

Ive done this little poem
for everyone to see
about a lad we know on here
who's known as mr g!
The one who does the poems
for peeps like me and you
some of them are fiction
and some are very true
He's the captain of the BC
his boozy made up ship
he has us laffing every day
as we head off on our trip!
He's kind, he's caring and funny
and he's groovy, try guess why
not only does he dance a lot
he wears a baby blue tie (lol)!
He has his very own stylist
an i'm sure there is a spark
can tell the way he cuts his hair
the stylist who's name is Mark!
But now for the serious bit
and im sure you all agree
this site wud never be the same
without our very own Ste!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO*claps at herself*

a biking experience

My name is tids
I like to ride my bike
its noisy and scares the old bids.
I ride it in and out of bends
twisting and a weaving
and the fun never ends
1 day i was going around a long bend
i was doing near on 70 miles per hour
when suddenly i saw a lorry
It was carrying self raising flour
I squeezed the brakes and manouvered around
and leant it right over
and slid my knee on the ground
I came out of the Apex,
looked over my shoulder
then carried on riding,
until i reached a pub
and had half a becks



*Takes a bow*

Edited at 15:27 Fri 15/09/06 (BST)

WOO WOO SIMON!!!! Very good *claps*

great poem tids, but i think paula deserves some praise for hers aswell. go paula

WOOOOOOOOOO they are great!!! Well Done!! *claps*....

I cnt do them

Thankyooooooooooooooooou Bob and Stephy hehe



lol Stephy it takes me ages and its only thru readin Ste's that am learning hahaha

i dont even know how 2 start the first line tho!! pmsl

Barmen's Prayer :-


Our lager, which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drunk, (I will be drunk),
At home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us,
and lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us form hangovers,
For thine is the beer,
The bitter and the lager,
Forever and ever,
Barmen

OH PMSL trust you hahaha Thats great that!

PMSL thats great hahaha

yes bob u r right
my apologies paula urs is a great poem
i had to put mine down while it was in my head that i forgot to say anything about yours

hehe least u can write them

it takes a lot of energy tho, unlike some who seem to be a natural talent at it

it does ure right, i just cnt think of how 2 start or finish them, i am what they say crap at it

we can share thoughts then.......or lack of them