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Post by bluesrider on Mar 4, 2010 19:51:48 GMT
Its a wee marsupial Penny very poor eating.
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Post by penny on Mar 4, 2010 19:52:58 GMT
Its a wee marsupial Penny very poor eating. I stand corrected. Very boney, is it?
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Post by bluesrider on Mar 4, 2010 19:58:28 GMT
Its a wee marsupial Penny very poor eating. I stand corrected. Very boney, is it? Quite plump actually....oh you mean the phalanger yes very
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Post by penny on Mar 4, 2010 20:18:59 GMT
I stand corrected. Very boney, is it? Quite plump actually....oh you mean the phalanger yes very That will do, Mr. BR. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by bluesrider on Mar 4, 2010 20:24:17 GMT
Spirit seems to think so !!!
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Post by Ginnie on Mar 4, 2010 20:32:30 GMT
I stand corrected. Very boney, is it? Quite plump actually....oh you mean the phalanger yes very I'll accept your definition BR, now hows the badger to get his guitar sounding just right?
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Post by Ginnie on Mar 4, 2010 20:33:14 GMT
I wandered lonely as a badger till I met another badger, He introduced me to a my long lost phalanger... Theres no need for filth on the forum, thank you Ginnie! ;D Now you tell me? I've been here a year and a half and no one told me before.
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Post by penny on Mar 4, 2010 20:35:33 GMT
Theres no need for filth on the forum, thank you Ginnie! ;D Now you tell me? I've been here a year and a half and no one told me before. Only joking, Gin. You can be as filthy as you like, everyone else is! ;D
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Post by bluesrider on Mar 4, 2010 20:37:49 GMT
Yeah I aint had a wash fer a week and Im growing a beard!
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Post by Ginnie on Mar 4, 2010 20:41:03 GMT
Ever had anything moving in your beard? Just wonderin'. ;D
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Post by penny on Mar 4, 2010 20:42:34 GMT
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Post by bluesrider on Mar 4, 2010 20:43:52 GMT
Ever had anything moving in your beard? Just wonderin'. ;D Dont know as yet 5 days into the growing process and the ba*tard itches like hell
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Post by Ginnie on Mar 4, 2010 20:47:00 GMT
Ever had anything moving in your beard? Just wonderin'. ;D Dont know as yet 5 days into the growing process and the ba*tard itches like hell Okay, I'm not kiddin' now... I find that as I get older my beard gets more coarser. Whereas it was silky and smooth in the seventies, today it's like a wire brush. Can't sleep with it because it bends over when pressed against my pillow and digs into my face.
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Post by penny on Mar 4, 2010 20:49:41 GMT
I think we can safely say that this thread has been well and truly....
FECKED! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Catherine on Mar 4, 2010 21:17:36 GMT
THREAD POLICE TO THE RESCUE!!!!!! ;D
If I could bidger badgers, A badger bidgerer I would be. I could go on bidgering badgers, Til the law caught up with me!
none of this is to take lightly the EXCELLENT AND OUGHT TO BE PUBLISHED word work of Sir Peter of Yonder Barrow, Bard of the Enchanted Quill
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Post by penny on Mar 4, 2010 21:29:31 GMT
Come on, Pete, the Bard of Barrow!
We need a new poem!
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Post by Catherine on Mar 4, 2010 21:36:04 GMT
Come on, Pete, the Bard of Barrow!
We need a new poem! a proper one - not one of ours
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Post by victor55 on Mar 5, 2010 0:54:25 GMT
Uwey gooey was a worm
a mighty worm was he
he slept upon the railroad tracks
SMACK Uwey Gooey!!!
thank you and good evening
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Post by penny on Mar 5, 2010 11:56:45 GMT
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear,
A bear was Fuzzy Wuzzy,
When Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair,
He wasn't fuzzy wuzzy.
Sorry, I will leave now, with Vic. Ahem.
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Post by Catherine on Mar 6, 2010 9:50:21 GMT
As I was walking up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there! He wasn't there again today - I guess the man has gone away.
If I hurry, I can catch up with Penny and Vic.........
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Post by peterbarrow on Mar 6, 2010 15:34:50 GMT
Did a couple of jokey ones for Valentine's Day in the style of well known poets. First, for our Scottish brethren (and exiles) Mr William Topaz McGonagall (accepted as Scotland's worst poet)
Tis Valentine's day in February A wonderful time may I say. When lads and lasses pledge their troth, each to each and both to both. A time of love and Great Romance; when off they go tae a local dance. The pipers play and off they gambol; spirits high and aw-a-tremble ! Salute them now and toast their health; wishen them everlasting wealth
Mr J Keats (long-winded bugger)
To Love is forever and as our hearts entwine, your soul is my soul and my soul is thine.
(there you go Johnny Keats, said it all in 22 beats)
A Certain R B
My love is like a red, red rose but my wife's a thorn. She prowls around the bedroom looking for my horn. I'm asked it''s true, "Where's your tim'rous cow'rin' beastie?". I say to her,not to demur, "You bit it off last Eastie !".
That's all for today folks ! ! !
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Post by penny on Mar 6, 2010 15:52:17 GMT
Great Pete. Get writin'!
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Post by peterbarrow on Mar 7, 2010 14:17:07 GMT
Here's one that I wrote recently in memory of my wife Lesley.
A yellow rose I give to you my Spirit, Soul and Heart All of my existence, though we were soon to part.
Your Light shines through the Veil of Tears A beacon for the coming years All that I am and yet may be, my One True love, I give to thee.
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Post by victor55 on Mar 7, 2010 15:05:38 GMT
Here's one that I wrote recently in memory of my wife Lesley.
A yellow rose I give to you my Spirit, Soul and Heart All of my existence, though we were soon part.
Your Light shines through the Veil of Tears A beacon for the coming years All that I am and yet may be, my One True love, I give to thee. peace & love, Mr Barrow, peace & love..
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Post by peterbarrow on Mar 7, 2010 15:25:54 GMT
If that was a bit too sentimental how about......... Heroin
Hey do you tremble as your brain reassembles from the fire in your vein took away your pain? Your childhood was stolen and a future that was golden is now flowing down a vomit-spattered drain.
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