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LOL......second of these....the first being Elroy.....Andrew...xxx
Comments appreciated please both good and bad x
LOL I am happy to write it and you MUST enjoy reading it!!!! My COMMAND))) LOL I'M SORRY I'M KIDDING))) >_</// I just love FEBRUARY))))) AND I LOVE YOU ALL)))) ^_______________^
Just askin'....geez!!!
I must have watched the Christina bungle about a dozen times!
Looks better now! Thanks Bill (otherwise known as Fellman)
Doesn't scan perfectly, but this was a real conversation. I didn't have to make anything up....easiest one I ever wrote!
I got the snowman from Jeff Daniels singing a song on the history channel.
I'm so in love , I'm soooooo in loooove with you...Mr. Pillo---w lol
Just a chance to exercise your creative acronym talents
IF YOU READ THIS VERSION FIRST THEN YOU MISSED THE WHOLE POINT OF THE POETRY..IF YOU READ THIS THEN THERE'S NO NEED TO READ IT AGAIN...SORRY, MY NEIGHBOR IS RASTAFARIAN AND INVITES ME OVER ALMOST NIGHTLY TO DO WHAT RASTAFARIAN'S DO AND THE MUSIC THEY PLAY...I HAVE EVERY BOB MARLEY SONG EVER WRITTEN AND RECORDED...SOME NEVER GOT ON ALBUMS...WHY, BECAUSE THE MAN HAD MORE SOUL, AND BELIEVED IN ALL THE RIGHT THINGS.....AND HE DIDN'T FORGET THE POOR!
This came to pass when someone told me that people on the continent all drive on the wrong side of the road...
( ( ( WELCOME TO THAILAND ) ) ) LOL
'Fellsman, Andrew, Niah, Stillframe and Freedumb I will be doing another for you all soon :-)
Years and years ago I nearly got eaten alive by someone when I stood on his Golf-Course-quality lawn where each and every bit of grass was exactly one-and-three-quarter inches (measured with callipers, of course!) He very... err... politely... explained that he and his wife had spent months on their knees getting rid of the weeds and daisies in their garden. So I decided to immortalise him...
Can anyone relate to this?? Where do those socks go????
dedicated to a gently wise Englishman
To nearly lose a love, who else but a 'clown'?
Just a bit of fun on a Sunday evening
I once tried a poem with just fifty words- The start was quite easy- the middle a treat; When reaching the end it just went to the birds- I cut that piece out, which turned into a feat. I tried very hard to make sure it would fit; But then I com
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Half an eternity ago I spend some time playing street-music. One day, I had an experience not unlike the one described above... A traumatic experience which could leave any self-respecting Busker with nightmarish visions for years to come! Oh, mass-tourism-- thou addst nails to my coffin...!
This was written many years ago about a girl on the tennis court who, when serving, always stuck the second tennis ball down the front of her tennis shirt. One day I yelled out to her "don't toss the wrong one" and she replied "the wrong one will NEVER get tossed" to which we all laughed and laughed. So I sat down and wrote this funny little poem and she became one of my best friends...
Tonyyyyy !!!! what's up honey??? turn off that bloody radio and let me sleep
Oh- wonder of modern technology; Oh- miracle which is the machine; Oh- joy of modern life: Thou makest our existance so easy; Thou helpest us to understand the meaning of life; Thou... Uhm... err... What am I saying here? Must have been something I ate... This came to pass after sitting in a bus pulling out of the depot, taking more than an hour inching the two-hundred yards down the road towards the traffic-lights (...which naturally turned red and stayed red, due to the fact that the system had a nervous breakdown...)
I was a good idea at the time but now I'm not so sure.
...Was it something I said...?
Just checking to make sure everyone is awake out there. lol
Please note that shortly after the Queens demise her successors re-instated the rules and regulations laid down in the ‘Book of Brand-New Laws’, but that they replaced the prescribed jail-terms with a hunting-tax, since this proved to be more profitable- the dungeons underneath the royal castle having long since been converted to archival stores for the tax office. Licenses for hunting mythical creatures are obtainable from the ministry for war (and for the sinister!) for a modest fee. Provided you survive the battle with the red-tape… Oh- and please do not inundate me with letters of protest; I assure you that no mythical creatures were harmed in the making of this poem. Any complaints should be filed with the ‘Department for the protection of mythical creatures’ and will be processed (in due time, of course) by the highly efficient staff there (for a modest fee, of course…) Thank you for reading this poem- Have a nice century! (The Author) (PS: You should try reading part 1 first... It makes sooo much more sense...)
Sir Rambeaux was one of these men: No brain to speak of- which was then no hindrance if one was a knight- for all one had to do was fight. But fights- they were short in supply: To get one, one had to apply by letter to the Minister for war (.
...And this is what happens when you try something complicated- and forget were you have seen your head last... Part 1 is the continuation; Part 2 the rest... Happy hunting for the other pieces!
i like the fact that hermit crabs come into a poetry room merely to make everyone AWARE that there is a woman, alone but who claims not to be lonely....bull! you may know her by her obviating, oblivious and obscure comments she feels compelled to leave for less than mdiocre poets. Then again, the night life in midwest Florida i'm certain is filled with poetic type people, beginning with you, if i ever see another poem of yours posted yet! (IF I AM THINKING OF YOU, NO MATTER HOW OVERWHELMINGLY HURTFUL THOSE THOUGHTS ARE, IT STILL MEANS I'M THINKING OF YOU...read any of my e-mails but for the one you could use as ammunition
uh...is something wrong officer?...I didn't see a sign back there...
recipe not needed, allow to cool before serving
Just a compilation of some speeches I've heard on different award shows, Fiona Apple, Will Smith, The guy in American Pie, the woman who swore this year at the oscars.
I'd really love to see one and go for a 'ride'.
Real friends don't let you post when you are 'stoned'
I'm gonna go downtown I'm gonna see my gal I'm gonna sing her a son I'm gonna show her my Ding Dong
I know that you are here I sense your presence near hidden from my sight i’ll not give up my plight I don’t know where you hide but time is on my side I’ll search the whole place through Eventually I’ll find you The world turned upside do
Giving up smoking is easy. Done it dozens of times...
A limerick I thought I would write Since St Patricks day is alright It was all going fine Until the fifth line A schizophrenic decided to date But he failed to capture a mate He said, "I know that its bad, But I don't feel too sad.
A face that only a mother could love Hair that is matted and full of fleas I would have likened your voice to a dove If it didn’t sound like snapping trees A body that’s curved in all the wrong places Covered with hair from your head to your t
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