It is so quiet you could hear a flea f--t !!!
We all better post some poetry this week.
I think there are a few versions of this floating around, i got told it as a yarn on another site.
What A Day
I was sitting in my local pub
About to drink a can
When this big bloke came into the bar
A monster of a man.
He knocked me off my bar stool
And gave me an evil sneer
Said ‘ Gees I’m bloody thirsty “
And then he sculled me beer.
I said “ mate I aint gonna fight ya
I don’t wanna have a blue
Cause I’ve had a bastard of a day
Then I meet a bloke like you
See I had a few last evening
And I woke up sick and tired
Got into work an hour late
So I got bloody fired.
So back down to the pub I went
To drown me sorrows at the bar
Hit a tree while driving home
And wrote off me brand new car.
I got home really early
Feeling sick and bloody sore
Then I found me missus playing round
With the bloke who lives next door.
So I’ve got no job, no car or missus
Mate its cut me to the core
And now I meet a bloke like you
It must be Murphy's bloody law.
So I don’t wanna fight ya mate
there would be no point I fear
cause I was gonna kill meself
but you’ve just drunk me poisoned beer.
Bob Pacey (c)
Post A Poem
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Bob Pacey
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Post A Poem
The purpose in life is to have fun.
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
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manfredvijars
Re: Post A Poem
.... yep, that's an old one Bob. Donny Lloyd has been doing it for years, it's almost like his signature piece.
That's the problem with joke poems, everyone has a crack at it ...
That's the problem with joke poems, everyone has a crack at it ...
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warooa
Re: Post A Poem
manfredvijars wrote:....
That's the problem with joke poems, everyone has a crack ...
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Bob Pacey
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Last year I entered a poem in a comp at a local gym for a free membership, Now I'm pretty flexable and the poem had to be about Boobs ? A subject on which I'm somewhat of a expert.
They would not accept my entry even though I signed it Bobby. Talk about descrimination.
These are the first verses.
Ever since I was a little girl
I've had this single minded scheme.
I always wanted Boobies,
That would make the men all dream.
As slowly I got older
My breasts began to grow.
But why oh why I ask myself
Do the dammed things grow so slow.
They started as a pimple
with a rounded little top.
But by the time I'd reached fifteen
It was like someone yelled STOP !
See nothing wrong with that ?
Bob
They would not accept my entry even though I signed it Bobby. Talk about descrimination.
These are the first verses.
Ever since I was a little girl
I've had this single minded scheme.
I always wanted Boobies,
That would make the men all dream.
As slowly I got older
My breasts began to grow.
But why oh why I ask myself
Do the dammed things grow so slow.
They started as a pimple
with a rounded little top.
But by the time I'd reached fifteen
It was like someone yelled STOP !
See nothing wrong with that ?
Bob
The purpose in life is to have fun.
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
