Hooray, it's national poetry day.

Discussion in 'Just Talk' started by Crowsfoot, Oct 7, 2010.

  1. Crowsfoot

    Crowsfoot Screwfix Select

    The subject matter this year is home.

    I arrive home from an hard days toil
    I then take of me boots and remove the soil
    I'll sit down and eat me dinner
    Whilst watching TV, Noels always the winner
    Soon I will relax with a glass of wine
    Perhaps I'll visit screwfix and see who's online
    Check out my friends, who are all very fine
     
  2. don reed

    don reed New Member

    That's not poetry it's doggerel. :(
     
  3.  ҉ 

     ҉  New Member

    I know a grate doggerel site near me.
     
  4. tomplum

    tomplum Active Member

    e
    i;ll need a quote tonight
    from roofers that are known
    for makein em watertight

    if it does't rain i'll be alright
    beneath the stars and moon
    but british weather won't stay bright
    so i'll need that roofer soon

    i've phoned the insurers and they say
    they've got a list of builders
    and they're the ones that we will pay
    no matter how you billed us

    but they won't come, i cry in vain
    i'm realy in a mess
    and now its began to rain
    oh yes oh yes oh yes (in a bulldog voice )
    hows that for doggeral :)
     
  5. tomplum

    tomplum Active Member

    first line went off somewhere it should read


    me roof is leaking on my home,
     
  6. Mr GrimNasty

    Mr GrimNasty Active Member

    Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
    Conspiring with him how to load and bless
    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
    To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
    And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
    To swell the kumquats, and cuff the carrits
    With a sweet juice; to set budding more,
    And still more, later flowers for the bees,
    Until they think warm days will never cease,
    For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

    Bosoms mmmmmmmm.
     
  7. don reed

    don reed New Member

    Now THATS poetry!





    Bosoms, yes mmmmmmmmm
     
  8. Eric Tupperwear

    Eric Tupperwear New Member

    Looking down the boghole drain
    I saw a face I thought was Chris
    But it was only * * *

    anon

    [Edited by: admin]
     
  9. Great it's me

    Great it's me New Member

    Stood in the shower
    Looking down at me flower
    Me belly's too thick
    So I can't see me *

    Fact

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