I sat in my room, thinking of Christmas
I was on a diet, and I couldn't see
With all that food, how I'd pass
without eating more than was good for me
So I went to bed, and in the morning, woke
opened my curtains, did three double-takes
Overnight it has snowed, but this was a joke
for instead of crisp white, there were brown chocolate flakes

good one, im sure hallmark will offer you a job...

And the winner is.............MR G wooooo well done again...

I know they are random titles Mr G.....

Title of next one is.........Eyes

Good Luk........

Mmm..eyes, let me see!! haha

He rummaged through the letters, with water in his eyes,
The evidence was clear, his wife had been telling him lies.
Three different men in 3 months, while he was hard at work,
In his own bed, is where these mystery men had lurked.

He sat there for a moment, lit a cigarette,
And thought about the first time he and his wife had met.
Thinking of HER eyes, deep brown, long lashes
And then of all the lives he saved, men who'd been in crashes.
Was there a point to his life?- nothing left in his heart.
He had known that he and his wife had being growing apart.

Then in she walked from the shop, and saw him in the room.
Sorrow in his eyes, a face full of pain and gloom.
The love letters sprawled on the floor, some burning with the fire.
The reflection of flames in their eyes, he now knew she was a liar.

Edited at 16:41 Tue 28/03/06 (BST)

Awww thats quite sad that mr g.......

Great tho......

I HATE my eyes, they make me shout
for I need glasses, can't do without
my eyesight, in fact, has got so bad
that thinking about it makes me mad
my prescription is almost minus eight
(and you wonder why I never date)

But now I'm happy as can be,
a girl who's eyes are worse than mine
has somehow fell in love with Me!
(I don't know why, she must be blind)

(without her glasses she damn near is,
she once asked a tree to give her a kiss)
But we're happy now, my girl and I
we're cheek to cheek, and eye to eye.
But if she's more than a foot away,
then who she is, I couldn't say

LMAO FAB!!....lets see if squeezy does one b4 i judge............

hahaha! brilliant! no contest there paula

No contest?? too close to judge them i luv them both, thats why im waitin to see if squeezys is betta!....

nah pick outta them 2, i'm leavin this one out

before u start 2 cook ur latest library book,
first read it without haste to ensure u like the taste,
and when u've read it through... add it 2 ur stew!


dnt ask lol!

I CANT THINK OF A POEM! DAT IS DA END OF MY POEM LOL! WAS DAT FUNNY? WELL I DONT THINK IT IS LOL ! DAT WASNT FUNNY EITHER WELL I HAV TO GO NI L8R

Bloodshed horror, on the sides of the street,
Looting, muggins are poised.
The amount of turmoil, a hard task to beat,
Smashing, and breaking, ear-bashing levels of noise.

Hooligans racing down the litter - scattered lanes,
Old aged pensioners fear for their lives.
Petrol bombs sailing, whailing, smashing into flames,
The heat burning, melting, causing much surprise.

I see a stray dog laid on the ground, it eyes streaming.
A portion of his stomach taken away.
I stumble over, and cover the eyes that wer once gleaming,
And bury him there, the dog that was a stray.

Hiya!!!!!!!!!, aw not been here cos java on lappy playing up!
Great poems, luv them all...........

New title is:

Java!.........

WHERES MY POEMS??
lol, come on guys, do me a poem all about java

Java

I once looked up Java in a google search
And unlike the expected meanings came one definition:
'Java on Paula's computer is an evil lurch'
Suddenly i gazed out far, from my bedroom window, and had a premonition.

T'was that one day Paula and Java would be friends,
And work together till the end of their days
And that soon herself and Java, would make amends,
Then the premonition vanished, and i stared into the haze.

I wish.......lol
Java hates me at the min......
Gd poem tho Mr, ur only one who tried..lol

Swing?? Squeezy? not doing one??......lol

I have nothing to say about Java
in fact, I think that I'd rather
go boil my own head
or remain in my bed
than be involved in this stupid palaver.

How's that? It's the return of the limerick!! From now on, limericks are banned! They're a disgrace to poetry! No more limericks!

There's nothing worse in writing
than the damned limerick
and if you want a quote for citing,
I'd say they made me sick
The five line poem of utter tripe
sears its way into your brain
I think that poems of this type
Should never be produced again
For NOTHING is less pleasing than
to turn the page and see there plain
four lines of couplets that don't scan
and the fifth that rhmes with first again

PMSL, that has to go to Swing doesnt mr g??..lol

Ready for a new title then?????

of course!