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I know a girl who is a bit of a smoker,
And she is partial to the odd game of poker,
She can knock back the drinks,
And speaks before she thinks,
If her mother found out, she would choke her.

Yup very bored... just like me. Mikky is talking to me via msn voice convo and shouts everytime he loses a hand so I thought I'd write my poem about him!

I know a bloke, Mikky is his name
he likes playing poker, it's his favourite game.
He plays all the time, it isn't a crime
I just wish he could handle outdraws
cos it's me he moans at and it bores!

exactly how often is he shouting?

is that about me? :D

Nooooooooooooo!

A LOT!

Every minute theres a moan about something...

"oh my god what are you calling for?"
"raise you ******"
"ya jammy f***"

You get the idea...

i was going to write a limerick about tank, but I couldn't think of anything that rhymes......

hehe.  she sounds great though!!!! :D

bank

good one.  but i need one more.....

sank

22.54: It's getting called anyway... Oh well... he had 10A and the flop was 10A10

oooh silence for a while... this is strange...

22.57: Comon flop me two-pair...ohh f*** off why couldn't I get that flop when I had ace-ten?

more silence, wow.

w@nk

there was a young blondite called tank,
who decided to row to the bank,
but to his alarm,
his boat came to harm,
and down to the bottom he sank.

The girl wasn't called Claw,
That's not who the poem was for,
Cos Claw doesn't drink,
From a kitchen sink,
Then keep going back for more.

 ;whistle;

lol

I'm not a natural at this poem stuff :(

there was a young gent known as Sark,
who loved to walk in the park,
unfortunately one day,
there was some dog poo in his way,
and it left an unfortunate mark.

I once met a girl called Poppet,
Man, she just couldn't stop it,
Day and night,
From dark to light,
Three weeks and I decided to hop it.

LMAO! Thats well funny!

 rotflmfao

What couldn't she stop?

This thread is brain damage!!!

It is plain you have mangled your brain,
But the damage is hard to explain,
'Cause you're jumping about
With your tongue hanging out.
There's no doubt you're completely insane.

Here I am eating a prawn cracker
If my sister tries to steal it I'll smack her
I should've ordered the crispy duck
but didn't want to eat a poor quacker!

I see you are easily led,
All bettering something I said,
So it's time to quit,
And forget about it,
On that note I'm going to bed.

night night,
sleep tight,
don't let the bed bugs bite :)

There was a young man called mikky
Whose life was a little bit shitty
His head was a mess
He couldnt take the stress
On his tombstone they wrote this little ditty

((hugs)) xx

there was a young fellow called mikky
who found playing poker a little tricky
he shouted and wailed
everytime he failed
to poppet who thought he was lippy.

I knew someone called madasahatstand,
.......... ah, forget it.

cmon you got to try harder than that. its been a long time since someone wrote a poem for me so im waiting with baited breath:)

there was a young man called rover
who liked to roll in the clover
one day he got stuck
as he rolled in the muck
from that day his rolling days were over:)

What a beautiful poem Claire  :D

here you go.... 

theres a blondite whos mad as a hat stand,
a poem for her would be grand,
a foxy chick,
who can have her pick,
of any young man in the land.

thanks a lot ace. i wish it was true:)

There was a young lady called Mad
who all the blokes fancy so bad
If i was much thinner
I would make her a sinner
As long as thats OK with Brad

:D

A lady named madasahatstand,
Had a day out with her cat planned,
But the cat in the hat,
Was a cat that was fat,
So she moved the fat cat to fat cat land.

There was a young man named Kev
who enjoyed the occasionally bev.
His favourite food is a pie
fray bentos... I don't know why!
but he's a really great bloke, no lie!

I know a guy called Dave
I think he lives in a cave.
I met him at a blondebash rave
being loud and friendly is his fave
Oh he is lovely is Dave!

I know a blondeite called Thomas
his alter-ego is thebus
he plays poker online all day
and eats his dinner off a tray
but he normally wins, so yay!

there was a chappie from essex called Kevin,
he loved eating pies made in Devon,
his favourite contained meat,
though he also like sweet,
Most days he got through eleven.

I like that one Claw :)

There was a young lady
Mad? She may well be
Who kicked simons arse at cards.

She finished third
The events top bird
And now we're all singing like bards.

Pffft, they're not real poems, they all rhyme.

Here's one to be recited in a beret, amidst a room less than full of people who payed too much for their coffee.

In the East
-out-
In the West
-in-
In the North
-up-
In the South
-carrots-
Compasses don't always make circles.

Confused?
-Yes-

Alas
'Tis Expected

For the writer
He was a tank