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Friday night (****) poetry corner for the very very bored.

Discussion in 'Personal' started by jacob, Jun 24, 2005.

  1. I need to wake up and go out for the night,
    But I've eyebags like rucksacks and my hair is a fright!
    How do you suggest that I sort myself out?
    Give me something to get excited about!!
  2. A poster known as Keyboard Tapper
    Bought brown hair dye (I've seen the wrapper)
    Naturally it is ginge
    (and so is her minge)
    Cos I peeked when she was in the Crapper.
  3. jacob

    jacob Lead commenter

    Welshbloke! You bounder, sir!
    How dare you disparage KT down there.
    Having met her once in Chester.
    I can't remember what colur her hair was, sorry.
  4. CP2


    My first poetry...

    Friday the 13th for the umpteenth
    time. Won't stop to worry
    really. Not worth the bother
    in my book. It burst its bubble early
  5. happyhopey

    happyhopey New commenter

    this week has been the pits
    I'm glad that Fridays here.
    The kids have all been S****
    I need a lot of beer.

    I get to see my man
    tomorrow, if I'm good
    So I'll do all I can
    To behave the way I should.

    I think about the summer
    I count each passing day
    If the weather is a bummer
    I will not be in dismay

    For over the five weeks
    I intend to rest
    I will be at my peek
    I will be at my best

  6. jacob

    jacob Lead commenter

    What be you "peeking" at, fair dame?
    It be not rhyming couplets.
    But then indeed and all the same,
    It is supposed to be ****.
  7. jacob

    jacob Lead commenter

    Its Friday in the summer
    The rain ain't pissing down
    I've just been for a burn up
    Came back through Chester town!
    My motorbikes Italian
    A stallion twixt my thighs
    I can see those babe's heads turning
    As they utter lovelorn sighs!
  8. ooooooooooo jacob **swoon**
  9. jacob

    jacob Lead commenter

    Oh that link don't work
    You stupid jerk
    You come on here
    Had too much beer
    And diss my rhymes
    You bunch of slimes.
  10. harsh-but-fair

    harsh-but-fair Star commenter

    an old man on a bike
    comes down our street at night
    he's so unsteady he needs a trike
    peoples heads turn - in fright
  11. happyhopey

    happyhopey New commenter

    My biking days have gone
    I have the scars to prove it
    We'd ride all summer long
    Until the docs had to remove it.

    These days I walk or drive
    Remembering the joy
    An Italian between my thighs?
    A hot and throbbing toy.

    Enjoy it Jacob while you can
    For soon you will be an old man
    Womens heads will no longer turn
    For when you smile you will only gurn :)
  12. silkywave

    silkywave Lead commenter

    you can tell a happy biker by the flies on his teeth.
  13. cinderellyfaerie

    cinderellyfaerie New commenter

    friday, that day
    we all love, waa hey
    it's here
    let us cheer :)
  14. happyhopey

    happyhopey New commenter

    Tis Friday again
    The last one of the summer
    On Monday we work
    Oh what a bummer
  15. A Haiku for you...

    No more Big Brother
    One by one they left the House
    So please do not swear
  16. jacob

    jacob Lead commenter

    Friday night and I'm back from Tesco
    (Just wish it was the Isle of Tresko)
    Maybe I will sleep tonight
    Cos in the week I slept like sh!te!
    I'll take the pills, the herbal stuff
    And go and lie down on me chuff
    They seem to work in moderation
    Working teaches me my station!
  17. baggyboo

    baggyboo New commenter

    A bunch of bikers in a field?
    It's no trickits
    just a thickit

    and that's how bored I am...........
  18. silkywave

    silkywave Lead commenter

    Starkle starkle little twink
    Who the hell are you to think
    I'm not under what you call
    The alchofluence of incohol
    I'm just a little slort of sheep
    I'm not drunk like thinkle peep
    I don't know who is me yet
    But the drunker I stand here,
    The longer I get
    So just give me one more drink to fill my cup
    Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up

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