I'd just like to congratulate you for coming up with a poem with Nick being the centre of attention, and not being tempted to rhyme it with other words

A little illness, a little pain,
My works loss, is your lots gain,
I'll sign in more, play the odd frame,
If you see lonely, give me a game

Chappy someone old who used to play
Back again who I hope to stay
Clans are quiet and full of fun
Come back and join the run
Teams are rare and full of flare
Join team hippy he's still rare
Come and go the names appear
Unlike some who we disappear

You never said I'm leaving, You never said goodbye.
You were gone before I knew it, and only God knew why.
A million times I needed you, A million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you, You never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place, That no one could ever fill.
It broke my heart to lose you, But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you, The day God took you home.

xxx <3

there was an old guy called ....... Oh that's right who... Old and forgotten news

Edited by forum moderator crazzymadman, at 19:40 Wed 26/10/16 (BST)

It's not looking good,
I fear for our threads,
A numpty alert,
Is someone back from the dead?!

A wee family get-together,
Fifteen in 1 house,
The youngest just 3 months,
And my dad the old grouch!
Brothers, sisters and cousins,
Nephews, nieces and my two,
Charades and good banter,
Might even imbibe a few.

Tbh my friend chezz,
I'm quite thankful to nick,
He's provided us with funky,
Lots of balls and a stick!
I'm miffed at the moment,
Many more are the same,
And as much as we all love it,
It's still just an online game.

That is very true
Couldn't agree with you more
That was hard to say...

Ste

An old friend of mine has recently returned
He messaged me and my belly turned

Just to see his very 1st old username
He was the reason i logged onto this game

Logging in for an hour turned into all night
And after yrs an yrs we still remain tight

He is the reason an i tell you no lie
That this poem thread should never die

I need him to play a hundred games
Just to read his poems here again

So if your reading and you have free time
Play some games an post me some rhymes




Keep them coming everyone

theres that guy, called hippesville,
acts a bit like Wayne, the 'Lil
ate himself up to 820,
now his head must be so empty

never mind, hes a sound lad,
none of us are really mad.
Enjoy the glory whilst you can,
before i come&turn off your fan.

This is how the story goes,
if you try to step on my toes.
Love you lots you Funky Poet,
Our quiet, secret Monet.
------------------------------------------------------------------

whilst im here, i might aswell,
give the clans their very last spell-
was more than fun, until it lasted,
i hope ye all have your seatbelts fastened.
'cos this is all downhill from here-
no helmets, kneepads, love or care

Love You all-

Kris

u ungreatful <removed>, you hippy

no more shall i write anything 4 u. my next poems would be dedicated to the Funky Mother of the Year, Vicky B

Edited by forum moderator ab_rfc, at 01:20 Sat 21/01/17 (GMT)

Poor old kris hes lost the plot,
He'd love to stop the funky rot,
He likes a drink,
He may also stink,
Even so, we love him lots!

Funkypool is going down
No new blood in town
Painful and slow
Looks the way its gunna go

Old fry my friend,
I think you're wrong,
Your negativity.......has such a pong!

you are more than right ,
so lets stop the fight
keep ur kisses to vikki,
your only chance to get lucky

The pong of the invite goes
How it'll play no one knows
Everythings going fine
Till you run out of time

ole funky

years have passed years have gone
sad sad same old song
funky is gone funky is gone

funky is here just all dusty
all this negativity
leaves the site feeling empty not funky

play the game of funky have some laughs
golden breaks or runouts choose the path
in the end it's all a win and one that lasts