justsumgirl ses well very well done
At our poems of rhyming and fun
About the cruise made by Mr G

So when is this cruise?
Do i need to bring booze?
And make sure u dont forget me!

Luv them.......

There is a question we have to ask
There is a girl to take to task
Paula loves what we've set down
But when oh when will she write her own?

As oi waz a'walkin', in the month of may
Oi saw a maid a tossing, and a turnin' a'the hay

"Oh pretty Maid", moi zwift wit cracked
"Oi'd luv to 'av thee on thy back"

"Koind zur" the maiden cried aloud
"there iz but you, oi needz a crowd!"

and ztepping zwiftly round my back,
came Jim, the Freds, and alzo Jack

Foive toimez the maiden lewdly cried
until she'd cazt uz all azoide,

her glinting eyez jhe cazt around,
and zpoid moi phone there on the ground

quick az a flash, and twoice az loud,
the maiden zoon 'ad rung around,

and all moi friendz were called boi text
They went behoind the barn, and oi never zaw what append next.
Dang

it's about knitting, if you must know.

Try and try as i might
A decent poem, i cant write
So back over to u 3...
Aint no poem coming from me!!

SEE! how crap was that..lol
im leaving it to u lot!
(swing ur evil!..lol)

Paula tried and tried and tried
The poor girl tried until she cried
But try as she might,
and she tried all night
SHe tried all night to be a poet
but the poor girl just couldn't do it

(why am I evil?)

But Swing and the others led Paula a dance
They decided to give her a second chance
Come on Paula, jsut give it a go
It's a matter of getting the rhythm to flow
So she picked up her pen and started to write
And this time Paula, she got it all right
And once the words had started to come,
Paula was happy, she was having fun!

(PMSL)
Yea, having fun reading them,,not adding to them.....

swing yours are genius lol... Heres one...

Paula wrote until the ink ran thin
Her wrist had started to ache
So many copies thrown into the bin,
But kept one in her drawer, for old times sake.

Many years later the poem was found
And became famous to the world
In a silk ribbon it had been bound
Signed with the name of 'justsumgirl'

Who was this girl? This poet of the past!
What kind of love had she found?
The one poem she had written had been written to last
The words so subtly, so loving, so sound.

Awwww!!! lol

Edited at 17:47 Fri 17/03/06 (GMT)

Awwwwwwwwwwww, I WUV THAT....

Ad ur right,,Swings are fab!!!.........

btw u just signed in so i am very, very drunk so here goes...

I am writing whilst my speech is slack
but fightin on to spell them all right
drunk as i may be i will nail the words in a pack
and carry on writing as my senses r sly

Alot of fightin tonight in my local bar
a big swing here and there
Rolling as fast as the tyres on a car
I can t help but lower to hide, and totare

PS sorry i am slight intoxicated

Edited at 02:14 Sat 18/03/06 (GMT)

Today was old Sir Paddy's Day
The hour is half past four
I find that I can hardly say
what I have drunk before

But five times two of Guiness downed
and many a whisky too
But sure and this day was truly crowned
when I wrote this poem to you

Oh maiden fair, with your locks of black
and blue eyes sparkling green
from the fighting talk, please hold me back
when I try and vent my spleen

I've drunk too much, and the hour is late
wherein I state my cause
my silly words and my drunken state
must give thee cause to pause.

Goodnight.

Well Done Swing!!!
I didnt even remember writing that poem until i saw it this morning!!! lol

The sun beams through and quickly ends my sleep
A feeling of dryness around my lips
I reach for the glass of water which i always keep
Grabbing the glass quickly a take short, sudden sips.

A feeling of a hammer, pounding onto my head
A result of the night before
I dont want to get up, would rather lay here instead
The dreadful result of a night which i saw.

I feel so rough! Im never drinking again
Alchohol is no longer my friend
No more waking with a hangover at halfpast ten
This is until next week when i get drunk with my spend.

I feel so rough today lol

AWWWWWWWWWWWww u 2..lol thats what drinking too much does for ya! (happened to me last week,,lol,,)
Keep up the good work on poems tho,,,,,i love reading these....

Lol glad to be of service.

Thanx..another poem then plzzzzzzz..........

lol ok - i am slightly tired tho!

T'was the end of the day, the moon shining so bright,
And Paula was resting her head,
Laid with deep thoughts, in the candlelight
Paula lay content, all snug in her bed.

She had fluffed up her pillow, and snuggled up tight
To the teddy bear she always kept near
A sense of comfort indoors, away from the cold night
She read through the letter, and wiped away a tear.

A coldness on her toes, they were at the end of the sheet,
The rest of her body so warm.
Quickly she wrapped the cover all around her feet ,
And slept without disturbance, dreaming sweet dreams until dawn.

There was more, explaining the letter etc but it was too long, and i forgot it now - sorry

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW that was lovely Mr,,thanx so much......
Lets see if Swing can do one better,,lol