General Chat

Not a soul to see

When all at once I had a thought

There was!.........and it was Me :-D

You do know that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, don't you, Susanwiv? :-0 :-D :-D

~~~~~~~ to Susanwiv :-),

now we are three...

Four I was reading too :-)

The four of us went out one day
On a GR thread to play
All of a sudden the thread it broke
And down came all the GR folk :-D

talking to myself has been one of the joys in life Allan.....there is much one can get away with when classed as mad :-D


~~~~~ and good afternoon.......been out and now am back

:-D :-D :-D

* chews pencil thoughtfully *

trying to think of a second verse for your poem Susan now what rhymes with tumbleweed, bored, load of crap............ermmmmmmmmmm and page error
:-D

There are cobwebs in the corner
and nothing much to read
there's a listless wind a'blowing
through the rolling tumbleweed
perhaps the last few members
who have something smart to say
could say it on this page, and quick!
before GR fades away.

;-)

The very words you have writ
I had thought them too
But mine weren't as flowing as yours
Here's what I thought, to you.

Use it or lose it
Ain't that what they say?
Put your words down, and now
Where's the wit of yesterday?

Don't hide in the long threads
Come out and have a word
my goodness that Uzzi
What a buzz she's stirred


:-D

Rubbish Rubbish.....I here you cry
Come and prove it afore GR die :-D


Tis all poetic licence :-D :-D

In Xanadu did GR decree
The existence of a Mighty Tree,
Where generations ran,
Through times and twists,
Measureless to man.
Down to you and me

Day after day, Day after day
Page stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship:
Upon a painted ocean.
boredom, boredom everywhere,:
And all the boards were static
I'd post my own opinions
but fear I'm too dogmatic. :-D

To post, or not to post: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outraged reports
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To be banned: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That posts and threads are heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. to be banned, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to fret: ay, there's the rub;

IF you can keep your thread when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,.
If you can then plead innocence when all men doubt you,
and always put a 'false' when it is 'true'

...........
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of trolling done,
Yours is the board and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a WUM, my son!

Come and prove it afore GR die


Todie or yesterdie or ....
;-)

I am so not worthy of you talented people....... :-D

Oh come on, Hayley! You wax lyrical about Miss Faintypants on Strictly! :-D :-D :-D <3

Oh heavenly what fun
BC is here, now time to wum.
Gone are the days of bounders and cads
posting clever words to make the gals so giggly and smitten
now we resort to discussions on feeding
staving children with puppies or kitten.

:-D :-D @ Hayley. Different style to Rose and Susan wiv, but certainly better than me. I am still "Roses are red, violets are blue. Why have blood red roses? Why violets a different ???...................................................scent? :-S

LOL Hayley if I remember rightly
You're the one who mentioned this nightly
Puppies and kittens to be eaten by many
not mine my dear...stick to giving a penny.

My fluffy babies are snuggled in bed
Keep your hands off them is wot I said
But you'll not afford to send any this year
cos the postage is now too dear