The Friday Poetry Thread

They're peeking here
They're peeking there
Reading posts all the day
Yet still they have nowt to say
Don't know why they are so coy
Anything to say Windsor Boy?
All to lose, nothing to gain
A tot of Jameson's may ease the pain
Me, I'm just a simple pleb
Never could I spin such a tangled webb

Things around here, are getting so slack,
can a mod please change, my thread title back?

FA Cup Final Weekend, what a marvellous day,
Is there a better month than May?
Red vs Blue, though I'm not that kinda fella
I'm going to drink beer, probably Stella

Whoops, thought this was the Friday PT

I won't be making this weekend's freak meet
I'm back in the 'Muff, but have people to greet
The lure of Cheltenham too much for me to face
I hope their fans lose and go home to cheese-chase

Charlie Wood wrote:

Whoops, thought this was the Friday PT

Oh...it is

You all get down to the Cherry Tree.
with Cerbs, Andy, Peggy and me,
what a jolly time you'll see,
Freaks and Weirdos hee hee hee

Hey bugger Janner etc

Charlie Wood, no he wouldn't
Perhaps he should, perhaps he shouldn't
If only he could, thankfully he couldn't
Charlie Wood, no he wouldn't

Mock Cuncher wrote:

Things around here, are getting so slack,
can a mod please change, my thread title back?

A heartfelt cry
From you, young Mock
But you know that you're making
Yourself look a cock*

For twas you, or your phone,
In the dead of night**
Who changed all the threads
To honour Lord Blight

Recompense we will seek
Recompense we will win
When you come to the pub
And buy me a gin***


*No offence, like
** Not sure what time zone
*** Or preferably a refreshing, sugary fruit-based drink

I no longer, even own the phone
I still post at night, but only from home
You'll only have to do it once
And from there, we can all rejoice

There was a young feller named Mock
Who posted on here, as did Jock
In words that did rhyme
But now's come the time
Friday poetry's all gone to cock

Tiresome sloop John b song.

He's really alright
He's outta sight
He's simply the greatest
He's our Richard blight

Friday again
And all's quiet on the ATD front
Again
The dirty washing was paraded
And lathered and wrung out
But now it's on the line
Blowing gently in the breeze
All clean and white and shiny
Again

Look. Poems don't have to rhyme. So there.

There was a young man called GOB,
who was an erstwhile young mod
things got ratty
Tring got scatty,
Cerbs was also two bob.

A terrible poem for a terrible saga.

Hip and hip, hip hip hooray,
can we reach, page ten today?
I suspect mod-life won't be dull
Cerbs, Gob, Ricks will keep them full

A week of quiet, even Tring behaved
a week when my mind was saved
nice to see some sunny times
not as warm as the australian climes


*sigh*

*goodbye*

Thank god it's friday,
but god it's hot,
fed up with working,
I might smoke some pot.

The fridge man has come at last
after three long weeks have past
now looking forward to a chill
uncooled food can make you ill

Summer is icumin in
Loude sing cuckoo
Groweth seed and bloweth mead
And inhale the smell of dog poo

This morning was spent fitting carpets
Over at my mum's new home
Mundane though it is, I thought that this tale
Might make for a good Friday poem

I am currently sat frowning at work,
from everything I'm trying to shirk
Got crisps stuck in my teeth
in the cracks an underneath
If I smile I'll look like a jerk

Oh woe is me, what can I do,
for I am suffering from man flu,
'tis much worse than what a woman get's,
and my moaning get's on her tits.

PANIC!
What was that noise?
Who said that?
I've regained my poise-
musta been the cat.

I feel rather restless today
As my two bitches are getting speyed
I hope they will be alright
And the vet's fingers don't get covered in shite

The sun is shining, now there's a surprise !

Doubt we'll see rain for a long, long time.

I'm feeling in the mood, so I'll give my lovely wife the sign,

And off we'll stroll to the [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]

Can't drink without a smoke but that's fine,

In this corner of Cyprus the PC loonies don't have their say !

Check out the photos,

The inside is outside, I like it that way.

Greenjock wrote:

Tringreen wrote:

The sun is shining, now there's a surprise !

Doubt we'll see rain for a long, long time.

I'm feeling in the mood, so I'll give my lovely wife the sign,

And off we'll stroll to the [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]

Can't drink without a smoke but that's fine,

In this corner of Cyprus the PC loonies don't have their say !

Check out the photos,

The inside is outside, I like it that way.




Very good Tring, a luverly rhyme,

But I am so glad that you've taken the time,

To explain what you meant by giving the wife the sign,

For a horrible moment I thought you were bragging,

That you and the missus were going to be smoking in a public place illegally!

Nothing's illegal in the land of Arabs with socks,

As long as you know the right people.

Sitting at a great bar, with rock music pumping into your soul,

Sipping a Peroni and dragging on a rollie !

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !

Its friday its friday thank fvck say i. off for a curry at The Eastern Eye. Have some of that Shelly you wanker.