LMFAO!
Your single brain cell does seem slack,
Statements really should be thought about when,
The pot calls the kettle black!

Lol so silly





Billy

Like ships passed through the night
Like a plane grounded gains no flight
Like a car with a battered flat tyre
Like a taxi with no light for hire
Seems thats how things now are
Sometimes things just go to far....
Or let the ship set back to sail
Turn the cab light on for someone to hail
Hit the runway let that plane fly
Sort the car wheel and drive by
Failing that just switch to abort
Wont get anywhere without transport

wow tbh that is a good poem ... respect

Thankyou

The strangest thing happened just now
It somehow didnt seem real,
I tried but I couldn't
Force it? I wouldn't
I just didn't know what to feel

Maybe in time things may revert
But for now its best to lie low
Alas i shall not dwell
Cos only time will tell
If to hang on or just let go

Jesus you guys write for attention
Like someone on Facebook wanting a mention
Please ask me how I am
When I write my spam
And il tell you il reply by pm
You think people care
When you only half share
No one gives a f***

Good poem that Kirk

Does that mean he wants a bigger piece of the pie, or for us to die?

Pit and Kirk, it could work, if you both be nice
Think before you speak
Before posting take a peak
Please dont make me ask you twice

Im always nice never nasty
Think before I speak, girl dont be hasty.
I always peak before I post
Its the part I love the most
Do you want a quick pic

There she goes
rabbiting on
blah blah blah
next thing....she's gone

Really? You'd send a pic for me?
If thats the case send me three









Ive actually just laughed at that

Awwwwwwwww hahaha

This poem is a special treat
Only cos its just for Pete
When ur in need
Have a read
Just dont get sticky feet!

It shouldnt really be to hard
Especially if your at the Shard
Have a flick through
It will settle you
With no one there to bombard!

No feelings of anger or of hate
With your thoughts no debate
Tho i have to say
Theres no way
The story is up to date!

But you will have all control
Wont of dug yourself a hole
Just read a line
Take your time
That way you'll have a clean soul

A little warning its a bit absurd
Though i think you have heard
The goddamn girl
Makes ya mind whirl
But no more i give you my word


Ta daaaaaaaaaa

Just a quickie for Miss Steph
Its good to see ya back
Play some frames
Get on fun an games
I dont wanna see you slack

Its eerily quiet in Funkytown
Forums are sad and quiet,
Lets go on a cruise
I'll bring the booze
Or maybe ill just start a riot!!!

Ten days to go til Xmas day
Bring on the festive cheer
Drink and be merry
Just avoid Sherry
Stick to the spirits and beer!

'Rumour on the grapevine is, I hear he may be back'.
The door swings open...closes, with a creak and then a crack.
His footsteps pound the floorboards, a gruff and then a grunt,
'Oh look what the cat's dragged in' they say, 'the righteous little runt'.

Some say he's been off sailing all around the seven seas
Others say he's lived in the woods, in amongst the bushy trees.
With a blue tie and a candle, who knows what it was for,
But here he comes, all quiet now, he looks to settle scores.

'All here ye, here I come again' as he fixes his beret,
'I'm back again, to this here place, and this time it is to stay.
I troubled and toiled, for months on end, time being scarce says I.
Never did I think I'd play a hundred games before I died.'

'But here I am, a hundred games, with licence now to post!'
'To one of you in particular, it may seem like I'm a ghost'.
'But rest assured I'm honest, and to thee I do not lie,
I thought about returning here, on countless many nights'

'But time is short in abundance, and since the past I have now grown.
A whole lifetime seems to have elapsed, dreaming up poems on my own.
But I found new ways to get on here, to play games bit by bit',
And with a grin old Steve turns round and says 'YOU KEPT HER LIT'

Hey everyone.

S.

Liz steps from the car with Phillip at hand,
Before walking the path where the royal guards stand.
Sandringham awaits as they walk up the path,
Phil tells a joke to a guard who then laughs.

Inside waits Charlie who furrows his brow,
He was calm and collected, up until now.
Harry then arrives in front of a copper
As the thundering from above signals William's chopper.

House staff whisper and nerves spread around,
In the meeting room there's silence - but then a sharp sound.
It's Phillip who's laughing, chuckling you'd say,
Before a younger voice commands 'Please, out of the way'.

It's William, red-faced and huffing with rage,
Charlie flicks through his notes and rips out a page.
The door bursts open, William sits down.
'I can't believe this is happening Papa, the clown!'

'It will be fine son', Charlie retorts,
'We'll make him see sense and he'll be a good sport'.
'Plus there's Grand-mama, the head of our firm,
She'll have the last word, and Harry will learn'.

As that sentence ends, Harry walks in,
Looking rather sheepish, he puts on a grin.
Wills looks out of the window, the sky's turning grey,
'I can't even face you, or even know what to say'.

Before Harry replies there's a creak at the door,
A patter of footsteps approach on the floor.
Saying no words, the Queen takes a seat,
People sit at the table as she shuffles her feet.

'Ok children' she says, 'let us speak without sin'
'Harry take heed, it is time to begin'