NAAAAAAA i want some more

haha

You're a true poet Wayne!

Good poems

There once was a guy called Grae,
Snooker is all he would play,
Till he lost a few,
Then snapped his cue,
And walked out the room in dismay

nice one

I walk through my trophy room,
Prizes as big as the moon.
For all my tourneys and all my cents,
I couldn't give up funky, not even for lent.

I'm not being selfish, I'm not being mean,
I cant wait to load, the game on my screen.
Check out my stats, you will see I'm the best.
Oh damn, wait a minute, I forgot I reset.

lol thats really good and funny wayne well done

Oh Smurf you know I wouldn't do that

Good poem though


Kettle - well done they are just flowing out of you

Kettlehead was taken,
Yes he had a lovely bird,
But now his love is bacon,
Although that sounds absurd,

He's tried his luck on dating sites,
But nothing came his way,
He started spamming through the night,
And got banned straight away,

He fakes his love for jam on toast,
He knows it is a lie,
He knows he loves bacon the most,
And he eats it on the sly!

Thanx, guest457, well done!

your getting the hang of this poetry now wayne

good poem

That last one wasnt mine sarah but yea tis good :D

Something Different

Here is a poem in a different style,
I just hope it will make you ,
Thought it would be fun to give it a try,
Please don't criticise and make me ,
You may well think that this poem is bad,
But you better like it or I'll be ,
This is one part poem and one part gaff,
Once you read it you can't help but ,
Everyone please let me know what you think,
If you really like it then give me a

HAHAHAHAHA

A Poem from my friend BILLY

Weak wings, peering anxiously, past the edge
Fear of unknown, Failure? non acceptance?
Heart fluttering, wings, spread.
Deep intake of breath, Leap blind
Into the Abyss

Controll your destiny,
Plummet or soar,
Weak wings flaps against gravity,
Pulling to the ground.

All thoughts of fear disappear,
New found confisence to soar high,
Life appears different from the clowds.

I'm here to achieve a certain position,
Getting to Pro, that is my mission,
It does not matter how long it will take,
It's not just the records that I will break,
Hope you're all ready for a Smurf whitewash,
I come to the table and it's bish bash bosh,
Nothing you can do to turn the tide,
The gulf in class will become so wide,
So prepare yourself for a painful lesson,
You'll learn the hard way that I aint messin'

Great poems

No one can stop these lyrics I spit,
Perfectly delivered with timing and wit,
The mic is mine, you won't get a chance,
These powerful words leave you in a trance,
I'll continue to lay these beats down,
Strictly to prove I wear the crown,
Words flow like blood that you cannot stem,
Inspired by my man Eminem,
My poems may just seem like a bit of fun,
But they'll hit you like a bullet from a gun

I like to eat my poo,
I do it on the loo,
'though it is brown,
it flips up my frown
my favourite thing to do.

Wayne's poem is Ace.

Dan just copied someone.