the room it goes quiet,
when paula is here,
no point in speaking,
for she gives me 'the fear',
we all love her dearly,
or we'll feel her wrath,
don't criticise her poems,
or even dare laugh!!!

BOUT YEEEEZ xxxxxx

it's oh........SO QUIET da da da daaah, da da da daaaah!!!!

Ha! If the room goes quiet, while im here
Twood be a shock cos im loud and clear
So carry on speaking talk that talk
And leave a little poem before you walk


DunDunDun!!!


(Pmsl @ twood)

:O

*In the voices of The Black Eyed Pea's to the tune of Where is the love*

"Where are the poems?"


Is it wrong to create a poem you have no clue about?
Is it wrong to stay quiet when your name id love to shout?
Is it wrong to think of you and long to feel your touch?
Is it wrong when im feeling blue to fret for you so much?
Is it wrong to want to see you and to hear your voice?
Is it wrong to think that it'd be you if i had the choice?
Is it wrong to feel like this almost every day?
Is it wrong? Let me know, i know you'll find a way

your comment about quietness when yer in the room,
is coz they're all scared when you fly in on yer broom!!!
can't get a word in even edgeways, coz you're on a roll,
we'll all sit back nervously....always doin what we're told

six days have passed without one single post,
i reckon the next poem will be from a ghost!!!
so come on you poolers, put in some thought,
show some imagination, come on do it you lot!!!!!!!

This place is dead
Accept the end of this thread
Nobody posts on here
Maybe its through doubt or fear
Hey ho its had good times
With a few top notch ryhmes

On me broom? Whaddaya mean?
Im a witch? Well thankyou queen
And heres me thinking i am great
But now am saddened, cheers Gaz mate!!!





8 fat sausages were sizzling in a pan
He aint sharing cos he's a greedy man
Am hungover anyway, so he can eat em all
He needs them more cos he's fat an am small

:O hahahaha! You cheeky lil tart!

Go to gen and read my post
I offered to share my food
But forget that now you can have toast
And ill eat pizza while in a mood!

i like to eat my cornflakes,
in a bowl that's filled with jelly,
sometimes it isn't all that nice,
it makes my farts quite smelly!!

so then i take some action,
pour perfume in my tea,
you'd think it would be better, but......
that just attracts the fleas!!!

finally i take a shower in bleach,
now surely that's the answer??
but sadly at the discotheque...........
i'm the only lonely dancer

Dogs don't take things to heart

Im dying, lying across my settee, utterly, disgusting.
shaky chest and red rimmed eyes, sore throat
A ball of tissue escapes my hand, again, disgusting
the dog runs over, whats this? she sniffs, and I quote -

MOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Her ears lower to her thick dark fur, my frown softens shy
"Come to daddy, my sweet" I reach out with warming eyes
She obeys my command, and sits near my head high
What a beaut! what a dog, my friend, my joy, my prize.

It's a lot of balls,
and ya play with yer stick,
it's funkypool,
don't be sooo thick!!!