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Post by Ginnie on Jun 2, 2009 1:29:12 GMT
...just like it says...
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Post by penny on Jun 2, 2009 20:12:21 GMT
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, A bear was Fuzzy Wuzzy, When Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair, He wasn't fuzzy wuzzy.
I'll get my coat.
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Post by Ginnie on Jun 2, 2009 23:20:42 GMT
C'mon, did you write that Penny? ;D ;D It seems awfully familiar....
I started this thread but thought I had deleted it (on purpose) - I think I only deleted my second post instead...
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Post by penny on Jun 3, 2009 19:45:27 GMT
No your right Ginnie, I didn't write it, but it was all I could think of and as no one else had put anything on what could be a very interesting thread, I just did it.
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Post by Ginnie on Jun 3, 2009 19:55:23 GMT
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Post by penny on Jun 3, 2009 19:57:16 GMT
Give it a bit more time, with a bit of luck you might get someone to put a proper poem of their own on.
You never know, perhaps the gorgeous weather will have inspired the Bards amongst us!
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Post by caveman on Jun 3, 2009 20:06:27 GMT
A bird sang on my window sill
it filled my heart with need
i gently closed the window
and squashed its feckin heid!!!
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Post by Catherine on Jun 4, 2009 6:19:22 GMT
This one's for Penny....... ;D There was a young fella named Pete Who tied things with string to be neat The sole of his shoe he mended with glue And now he is stuck in the street anon.
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Post by penny on Jun 4, 2009 19:04:28 GMT
This one's for Penny....... ;D There was a young fella named Pete Who tied things with string to be neat The sole of his shoe he mended with glue And now he is stuck in the street anon. Thats brilliant, thanks Catherine! ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Catherine on Jun 5, 2009 11:47:33 GMT
The young fella's real name was Peter, he measured his string by the metre it was so very long, it surely was wrong but it made his whole world much completer This one's for Penny too
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Post by penny on Jun 10, 2009 20:36:30 GMT
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D Will send you a photo of the runner beans growing up metre's of string in Eric's front garden! Will have to get my friend, the Bard, onto writing a poem about it!
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Post by bluesrider on Jun 11, 2009 18:48:33 GMT
There was a young lady named Cath Who fell asleep in the bath She slipped on the soap And lost the damn rope It made her darlin man laugh
Anon
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Post by Catherine on Jun 12, 2009 7:19:11 GMT
There was a young lady named Cath Who fell asleep in the bath She slipped on the soap And lost the damn rope It made her darlin man laugh Anon ;D
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Post by caveman on Jun 19, 2009 22:27:40 GMT
My late uncle taught me this when i was a wee boy
As I went up the Coo to buy a Country
A wee Bark came oot and Dugged at me
Ah lifted ma shooder oaf ma stick
And hit it the awfiest arse oan the Fung
Ah made its watter een!!
Translations available on request!!!
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Post by Catherine on Jun 20, 2009 19:33:54 GMT
I wandered lonely as a cloud All around the forum They've all fecked off, tho Penny's here........ I wonder? Do I bore 'em??
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Post by Catherine on Jun 20, 2009 19:36:19 GMT
I spoke too soon, Pen's gone too You're all just hiding'Avin' a larf Bollocks to that I'm away for my bath
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Post by penny on Jun 20, 2009 19:56:20 GMT
I spoke too soon, Pen's gone too You're all just hiding'Avin' a larf Bollocks to that I'm away for my bath I'm still here, m'dear! ;D
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Post by Catherine on Jun 20, 2009 20:11:39 GMT
I spoke too soon, Pen's gone too You're all just hiding'Avin' a larf Bollocks to that I'm away for my bath I'm still here, m'dear! ;D I know that now - but your pc was having a flurry of talcum powder - PoopPoop!!! ;D ;D ;D
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Post by peterbarrow on Jul 11, 2009 22:13:33 GMT
My bag of bolts and wires seems to be working, so I'll let you have three of my old 'uns - [[color=GreenLUST FOR GLORY
A call to battle, raise the flag The bugle sounds;"Ready lads!" "One more push !" the captain cried; while all around him flowers died.
"History for you today !" Yet all around him lay a nation's future, heart and soul sacrificed for greed and oilA NURSERY CRIME There's something brewing over the hill Someone's mixing Satan's still Eye of toad and tail of lizard a demon's coming to slit your gizzard Wing of bat and fin of newt taking you down the hell-bound route Through the dusk and into the night, witches chant satanic rites Fire and brimstone raining down Armageddon's coming to town ! Hubble bubble, Satan's brew Tonight he's going to come for you No use hiding under the bed he's going to roast you till you're dead Little children weep and cower now that you can feel his power Rock-a bye baby, go to sleep I don't want to hear a peep And a bit lighter - ALICE 05 She stares into her looking glass sees Mad Hatter smoking grass The Queen of Hearts is on the game Nothing ever stays the same [/color]
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Post by Ginnie on Jul 11, 2009 22:32:34 GMT
Hey, isn't that a Black Sabbath tune?
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Post by peterbarrow on Jul 11, 2009 23:18:20 GMT
Hey, isn't that a Black Sabbath tune? Dunno Gin Genesis had an album called 'Nursery Cryme' That what you're thinking of?
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Post by Ginnie on Jul 12, 2009 1:00:26 GMT
Hey, isn't that a Black Sabbath tune? Dunno Gin Genesis had an album called 'Nursery Cryme' That what you're thinking of?No, I wouldn't make that mistake. Just thought the poetry was suitable for a Black Sabbath song and I was trying to be funny. ;D ;D ;D
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Post by peterbarrow on Jul 12, 2009 12:55:05 GMT
I didn't think that a man with your vast and varied interests would Gin; just thought that your new speakers had unbalanced your equilibrium ;D ;D ;D
Here's a music related one for you............................
If music be the food of love,then I'll prepare a feast
A cadenza full of roses, sunrise stanza from the East
Notes like stars beneath the moon
Sol-fa trysts not now but soon,
will quench your thirst and fill your dreams
Love flowing down like gold moonbeams
(ps If any of you buggers pull with that one I want to see the photos!!!)
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Post by peterbarrow on Jul 13, 2009 12:06:03 GMT
As it's almost THAT time of year again, here's a quickie for the footy fans..............................
The Beautiful Game
The beautiful game,what a shame Corporate clowns brought it down
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Post by Catherine on Jul 13, 2009 12:07:20 GMT
How very beautiful and diverse your poems are, Sir Pete - looks like we may have the Bard of Barrow on board
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