Oh i love them poems, i want to see it too Paula, spesh Big John Bagsy one of the front seats, this i have to see!!

OOER Lou! Pmsllllllllll....

Oh Ya think i shud create a thread??

Let the show begin!!.. All those males that wanna take part..and all those girls who wanna watch! Be at the Garage at X time on X day??? Yh? No?? Nahh its a family site!

Just ask John Lou lmaooo am sure he wud show ya his moves!





TITLE: PASTA

Just a quickie one, before guevara steams in with one of his gems....

PASTA

Pasta is a food, that's a hit with the girls
It comes in all sizes, like strips and in twirls
It not easy to eat, as you sit there and talk
Because most of it slips straight off of your fork
One piece in each mouth, as you sit opposite and eat
As you nibble together until your lips meet
With tomato or garlic, you make your own choice
But to order it properly, you need an Italian voice
Ate out at a restaurant, or even at home
I have even shared some, with a garden gnome
But that was after some beer, not a wise decision
I'll stick to the chips next time, watching television

~Stell~

Edited at 19:04 Thu 26/07/07 (BST)

YAYYYYY great that bab...your getting better by the day!



Oi Guevara Guevara *shakes like Shakira*
C'mon!!

Edited at 20:52 Thu 26/07/07 (BST)

Nice poem stell!

Pasta

In the old days, there was a chef, an italian master,
And his speciality dish was a main course of pasta.
His name was luigi, he had a big tash,
And he kept his best pasta in a big secret stash.
He served it in resteraunts, and in his own house,
And even fed pasta to the neighbourhood mouse.
His secret recipe has never been told,
So piere luigi knew it until he grew old.

Many would travel miles just to watch him cook,
Deciding from the varieties in luigi's menu book.
With all sorts of sauces, and tasters alike,
His brother Mario travelled a thousand miles by bike.
Mario sat down, with a fork and a spoon,
By now it was midnight- he had set off at noon.
Luigi cooked fast, as mario drank,
And when the dish was laid down, mario's heart sank.
'Luigi, Luigi, what is this dish?
You know that this wasn't involved in my wish'.
I wanted you to cook, but pizza instead,
With this the brothers started a business in bread.

Brill Guevara! fs u only just logged on ...fast or what!




Title: QUICKY

Shakes like WHOOOOOO ??? LMFAOOOOOO

Great poem Ste

Edited at 20:38 Thu 26/07/07 (BST)

haha like who?

Quicky

The day was so hot, and the raunch was on,
We'd just being listening to our favourite song.
With the park so quiet, and the sun so hot,
There wasn't a thing that we'd forgot.
Looking other each shoulder, we snatched a quick kiss,
Five minutes later was eternal bliss.
She took me by the hand, and into the woods,
The wildlife was ruined by the recent floods.
Down went the jacket, straight onto the floor,
Instead of a kiss this woman wanted more.
Hands running all over, with danger of being caught,
This was the pleasure after which I had sought.
Her hair fell down all around her neck,
And we were now further than an innocent peck.
The sound of other people, not to far away,
Added to the excitement on this brilliant day.
It seemed she walked home with her hands a bit sticky,
All the result of a brilliant quicky!

Ano, ano, sorry it is crude...but funny ha!

PMFSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Oh i love it, lmfao

*Tuts*..Your going worse you are!





















LOVED IT Pmsllll

FEELINGS / TRUST


I was gunna do a poem about they way we feel
Then i thought i best not its really no big deal
Just about some ppl they things they say and do
If you ever think about what they think of you
Do you feel they trust you do you feel they care
Do you feel theres some things they do not share
Did you feel some comfort did you feel you knew
That you cud feel at ease they way cud with you
Weve all had mixed feelings can drive you apart
My view is to trust the feelings in your heart
If you dont have that at the end of the day
You really dont have anything nothing left to say



~Paula~

Beautiful poem honey.....and one that i can relate to myself......

But the last line should read....

You need to spk to the ppl who made you feel this way.

Love ya

Ste, i found it mate........

Title ~ Shower Gel

You take a shower when you start to smell
You rub yourself all over with Shower gel
Some use a little, some use a lot
Some even get it in the wrong spot
You rub it all over, until you're nice and clean
And some put in places, that cannot be seen
You cover your arms, your legs and your chest
But I like to cover the place I like best
Feeling the gel all over my flesh
You get the feelings of clean and refresh
I can stay there for hours, feeling the spray
The steaming hot water I love every day
The feeling of water running down my face
Mixed with the Gel, god I love this place
I have to get out now, no water left in the tank
And if I don't get out now I might have to??..have a bath instead.

~Stell~

lmao love the monty ones lads ;-)

hahahaha brilliant stell

Crisp Sarnies.

My favourite sandwich, I do love it so,
I really love this flippin butty you know.
I grab the butter and spread it so thick,
Rustling through the packets I take my pick.
Today I think I go for the ready salted lot,
But there's a new flavour that I had forgot.
The flavour's mint lamb, oh god what a taste,
Surely this packet cannot go to waste.
I carefully lay each crisp on the bread,
And calm the excitement inside of my head.
Then when all crisps are in, I take out my knife,
The crunching of the crisps- the best sound in life.
When the sandwich is cut, I pick up one side,
The enjoyment on my face I just cannot hide.
The crunch in my gob, as I take a bite,
This is the pinnacle of my night.
So here's to the sandwich, oh Im hungry now,
I'm off to make one in a minute, I have sweat on my brow!

Ha Ha Good one Ste..


Title: Goodbyes


Bumped to be kept one page one
For if not for me it wud be gone








Edited at 05:23 Sat 28/07/07 (BST)

Bumped just to be kept on page one
Cos if not for sum it wud be gone!
Please dont let this end up dead
Its my very favourite thread.

Paula's heart screams out for more
this scouser girl loves poems galore
some call her a simple gal
but I have a little story to tell;
She's a girl from beatle land
as we all know
willing to lend a hand
whenever you feel low.
I laugh at her profanities
makes me smile alot
This scourser girls insanities
means she is a crazy tot!
But as you know
we all love her
and for this poem I right;
Don't ever change you crazy meff
and you and me will stay tight
forever and ever
the sands of time
Paula will be alright!

As it rests on my knee, I feel it whole,
Tention in my fingers I cannot control.
All six strings in their perfect place,
A look at the crowd and my heart does race.
Slowly but surely I adjust the microphone,
On the stage just me and guitar alone.
The spotlight produces heat on my face,
And I strum the intro at a very soft pace.
The crowd are now quiet, eager to hear,
Amongst the odd loud mouth who's had too much beer.
Then I belt out the chords to the first verse,
Singing along with the words that I have rehearsed.
The sound of my voice echoe's off of the walls,
Although I'm sat on a stool I feel so tall.
Now I'm onto the bridge, the guitar wails out,
The crowd are loving this song, no doubt.
My fingers pluck hard when I play the solo,
Maybe they'll ask for an encore you know!
When the song ends, I raise my chin high,
The crowd are now roaring, I have a glint in my eye.
As I leave the stage a mate hands me a beer,
'That was great stevie, now sit down you q*eer'