Poets corner a place to express your self true poem rhyme or ditty
#1
Posted 02 November 2011 - 04:42 PM
Open to serious expiring poets
The humours witty type
The down right mad
Aul sayings
And maybe the sick
So on that note I'll start
There was a middle aged dude from Athlone,
Who purchased himself an I phone
And on to the net he did go
a place he did not very well know
Jaysus it opened his eyes
to what in there lies
And some things he did not know
what some people can do and show
He signed into a site
where he though u cud talk shoite
But it wasn't to be
cus they didn't see
There's actually people like me
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#3
Posted 02 November 2011 - 10:33 PM
Men in admiration or not of wins
She wouldn't get a wave in dolymount
The tide wouldn't take her out
She wouldn't get a kick in a stampede
Wit legs like that she cud kick start me combine
I've seen better legs hanging out of a nest
For the wims
A recent survey found that one out of three men is as stupid as the other two
We sent one man to the moon why can't we send them all
Aul sayings
Men in admiration or not of wins
She wouldn't get a wave in dolymount
The tide wouldn't take her out
She wouldn't get a kick in a stampede
Wit legs like that she cud kick start me combine
I've seen better legs hanging out of a nest
For the wims
A recent survey found that one out of three men is as stupid as the other two
We sent one man to the moon why can't we send them all
#4
Posted 03 November 2011 - 01:01 AM
I've a story to tell, that'll tickle your ears.
In the year of our lord two thousand and eleven,
the capitol was shook, with a noise high to heaven.
The streets vibrated and the smoke filled the air,
the bikers came to town, loaded for bear.
From all parts of the country, they came on their bikes,
truth to be told there was even some trikes.
Wearing leathers and helmets and wrap around shades,
strong bearded chins, that had seldom seen blades.
I had to look twice as me eyes were a swimmin',
sure as God is me judge, that was the women !
They pulled up in Kildare street, in front of the Dail,
if these lads got serious, the government would fall.
With kawasakis and hondas all shiney and new,
suzukis and harleys, a right motley crew.
They'd all come to Dublin, from north south and west,
to stand for they're rights and make a protest.
Cos over in Brussels, some gowl with no sense,
drafted new laws that that the bikers were against.
"Anti tamper me hole" from a man on a zed,
"the best bikes in the world, come out of a shed".
with scorpion cans and bright renthal bars,
a race rep paint job and its fit for the stars.
Some clown in a factory, says I can't touch me brake,
well let me decide, tis my life's at stake.
After coffee and smokes and the odd snakey joint,
the bikers rode off, they'd made they're point.
They'll be back for sure, I speak not in jest...
cos I heard someone mutter, what about the hi-vis vest?
All these new rules, bring trouble and strife,
sure as there's a hole in me arse, they won't save a life !
To the people in power, and those that make laws,
before you put pen to paper I'd urge you to pause.
When you reflect on my safety, and how I might ride,
why don't you let me, as the rider decide.
What started out as a ditty, supposed to be funny,
ended up like a egg, all gooey and runny.
So when you are writing a poem,that's meant to be fun........
for feck sake stay off, the Capt Morgan spice rum.
#5
Posted 03 November 2011 - 01:47 AM
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Posted 03 November 2011 - 10:29 AM
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Posted 03 November 2011 - 01:37 PM
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Posted 03 November 2011 - 02:49 PM
#14
Posted 03 November 2011 - 04:22 PM
andy gaw, on 03 November 2011 - 02:49 PM, said:
Ahh yall love it when your famous and the Arty Farty crowd buying ya drink in their fancy Bistros and ponsy clubs
#15
Posted 03 November 2011 - 06:42 PM
andy gaw, on 03 November 2011 - 01:37 PM, said:
That'll be another pack of Rancheros then.
#16
Posted 03 November 2011 - 07:47 PM
after doing a Superman and landing on me face one time (so - no serious damage then
i had three ops on my nose to make it function again.
I had to use a nasal inhaler long term. it was so effective i wrote a poem about it!
(you can also sing this to the tune of The Mexican Hat Dance
When I take a toot of my turbo nose flute,
the feeling it gives me is righteous!
Take a blast up me nose,
and the swelling just goes!
Best of all - the propellent is nitrous!
..............................
great thread by the way
#17
Posted 03 November 2011 - 09:29 PM
From Donegal
Who had a Honda Fifty
On a Sunday morn
He'd polish her up
And be over the hills
Right and nifty
She was red and white
Wit a blue top box
All covered up in stickers...
He'd clean the exhaust
Wit some Autosol
And a rub of his wifes oul knickers.......
He would always try
To get his knee down
Goin over to Falcarragh
But he's never ever managed it
But he says
There's always tomorra..........
His hero is yer man
Ben Spies
He thinks he's just about
The best there is in MotoGP
So he rides..
Wit his elbows out.........
The helmet he wears
Is kinda neat
He got it from Michael Rutter
He carries a sandwich wherever he goes
Just bread and jam
And butter...
He loves the twisties
And the straights
And gets her in a knot..
Hammering into Killybegs...
He's givin her
All he's got.............
But he's sellin her now
She's on Donedeal
And he plans to stay alive..
So he's steppin up a coupla gears..
He's buying a 125..................................
#18
Posted 04 November 2011 - 01:06 AM
Mary had another skirt split right up the front and everywhere Mary went she never wore that one
#19
Posted 04 November 2011 - 02:14 AM
andy gaw, on 03 November 2011 - 02:49 PM, said:
A pleasure as always, Brocky
- Kurt Sutter.
#20
Posted 04 November 2011 - 09:28 AM
I'm sadend today for what I have to say
And some how it just dosent seem right
How a hero for me from the moto G.P
would not give up on the fight
When he rounded the bend and lost the backend
He stayed with her to get her upright
But it wasn't to be and the world and GP lost a star
That shone so bright
As I lie here in bed it keeps going through my head
His skill and technique in the moves that he made
Just goes to show there ain't much differencey between brilliant and dead
R.I.P. My hero now I have It said
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