Obviously not mine, but appropriate for today.


Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.

By God's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.

WOOSI G!!

Keep em coming STS

OO ER missus

those last two poems were keek!
and thats all theres been in a week,
come on snookies get movin,
get this here poem thread groovin,
coz from my eyes it's lookin real bleak.

Now jimi stop yer yakkin,
your giving me a pain,
all you do is pop in here,
to moan and then complain,
so give urself a happy pill,
away and play some pool,
next time you come in here,
bring tissues for ur drool

i guess you like to slabber,
it's natural for sure,
i see yer posts on all the threads,
yer talkin pure manure!

Like youngsters at Christmas they went without care,
Not knowing what cruel fate awaited them there,
It was January 2nd, the year '71,
The Rangers had no goals, the Celtic had one,
The dying few seconds, Glasgow looked green,
When up popped a young man, by the name, Colin Stein,
He gathered the ball and went to dispatch,
A deadly, cool finish that would tie the match,
Ibrox erupted and the fans began to sing,
Not knowing the carnage their cheering would bring,
The fans that were leaving returned to the stand,
To cheer for the Rangers, the team that is grand,
All of a sudden on stairway 13
The scene that unfolded would make you feel green,
The stairway collapsed and the fans stood in shock,
As helpless supporters fell down the frail rock,
66 died there and 100 were hurt,
This fatal disaster they could not
avert,
As you go on, on this cold winter day,
Take a few moments and join me and pray,
In London or Belfast or Paris or Rome,
We'll pray for the fans who never came home.


R.I.P the 66

Is there for honest poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that?
The coward slave, we pass him by --
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure, an' a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine --
A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that,
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.

Ye see yon birkie ca'd 'a lord,'
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that?
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a cuif for a' that.

For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that,
The man o' independent mind,
He looks an' laughs at a' that.

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that!
But an honest man's aboon his might --
Guid faith, he mauna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities, an' a' that,
The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth
Are higher rank than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may
(As come it will for a' that)
That Sense and Worth o'er a' the earth
Shall bear the gree an' a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's comin yet for a' that,
That man to man the world o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that.


Happy Burns Day

Its time to break down the walls
This aint about Chris Jericho
Im the King of Power Snooker
Dont be jealous, let it go

The table suits me perfectly
The Power Ball is best sunken
I slam and jam it down
Harder than Hall of Famer Tim Duncan

Hes an NBA legend man
A spurs legend he worked hard
But Power Snooker is my kingdom
And it damn sure is My Yard

Nobody can beat me
74 titles says im the best ever
You think you can overhaul that margin?
I say you wont..Never

For I am the Lord Himself
Dont whine if the blue is fluked'in
You are just defeated
And once again, another victim

All Hail the Lord
He has changed Power Snooker
Be jealous and envious
Im harder than your veruka.

tis sad i say how some like to shout,
like m_wood there he cant get out,
he stepped inside our poem thread,
now cant get out.....for the size of his head!!!!

Good to see you back Gaz

I promise I'll get back to writing poems soon

I've been struggling for months
The words I just cannot find
It's been just one big hunt
to try and find words to rhyme

But now Gaz has swung his "Hipps"
I must take time to get back in this thread
And write the first thing from my lips
So that write poem isn't found dead

There's verse from Polida and Lord Wood
Of course Jimi is there as well
I love the poems and think they are good
But Gaz, yours are so swell

So now I'll end this prose
Talking about posting with Lolli
She's fairly new to Snooks I suppose
But she makes the place a lot more Jolly

am glad to see yer happy
am glad you took the time
so glad that you remembered me
ecstatic bout yer rhyme

so always pay a visit
no poli not that kind!!!
i'll post a rhyme
if ive got time
and the lyrics i can find

Think I posted this one on the "Darkside" but not sure if I posted it here.

Friendship

Friendship, what does it mean to you ?
A problem shared or a problem for two
Laughing, crying and sharing together
We always say, friends forever

Many friends we don't see regularly
But they're there when a friend is who you need to see
Someone to talk to, someone to care
Someone who will always be there

Value friends and tell them you do
It's nice as well when they say it to you
Give 'em a kiss or give 'em a hug
For showing emotions you ain't a mug

I have made many friends over the years
We've shared good times, bad times and tears
So here's to that never ending relationship
Described in just one word "Friendship"

a rant i feel is needed,
tho it hasn't caused much pain,
the trials and tribulations,
of playin this snooker game,
i tried my luck at arcade,
got thro two rounds with ease,
but then i had a good tight game,
and mastercue....he beat me

but what a way to do it!!
in finishing said he had to go??
he said he was heading out soon,
so next round he wouldn't show!!!!!!
am so surprised at snooks,
always thot that stuff happened on pool,
but seemingly they're all around,
no escape from funky-fools

is there one of these on pool?
if not that's not very cool..
i never make poems but that's ok too!

Why am i still writing this
no point in continuing, as it's pretty lame
ill stop for now and save myself the shame!

Somebody post another poem on here before they forget about it again and lose this page for year's!

Sniper 147 wants someone to post
In comes JSG the girl with the most (OOER)
To post a little line or so
To keep this thread on the go




Ta Daaaaaaaaaaa

Ta Daaaaaaaaaa???????
Ta Daaaaaaaaaa???????????????
wat paula really says
.......is blah blah blaaaahhhhh
so u see sniper,
u gotta be a writer
coz hippes just says.............
MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!

Moi? Im more than blah blah blah
And you really know it....
You'd better think twice
And be extra nice....
Or you are gunna blow it !!!!