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Homo Australindus
Is never a wuzz
Allan, I dig it
Now I will lig it~~~~~~~

:-) :-) :-)

Edit
Prefer wimp to wuzz
Don't want a fuss
Must always be pc
Had an RR already todee :-( :-(

Australind man.....I like it :-)

A new human sub-species has been discovered, Homo Australindus :-D

Perhaps John is not just a weaver of words, but also a Paleoanthropologist :-D :-D

You are too kind, sweet Hayley
With words of encouragement daily
Unlike that horrible Allan
Who might even sell his nan
I may indeed have grown
But will never attain your throne :-) ;-)

John you have always been a master of words and now I think you can add poetry to your very long CV. I can see how you grown in just 2 days well done :-D

I think I have fallen in love with Miss Foulkes. Mme Cr*p was a fearful old bag with heavily dyed red hair. She was, unlike moi, dreadfully snobbish. "Our land is bordered by the River Tame" she once boasted. About all I remember from my French lessons.

If anyone has seen the beautiful, meandering River Tame as it flows through Willenhall and Walsall - welll!!!! You will understand that her cup was definitely half full. Jerome K Jerome lived on the banks of the Tame in Walsall, but never remember him waxing lyrical about its fluvial merits.

Poor miss Foulkes, she had a tough time, she was one of those rather genteel ladies who should have taught adults rather than teenagers. I remember having to sit (as did all the class when one pupil was playing up) with my hands on my head :-(

My old French teacher was called Mme Cr*p. Think we're both going down with the ship, Rose :-0 :-( :-(

She looks like an angel looks,
She cooks like an angel cooks,
And my minds in a kind of whirl,
Miss FFoulkes, she's my kind of girl.


:-D

I can think of a rhyme to books,... my old French teacher Miss Foulkes :-D

Boards quiet again
Oh!! What a shame
So very hard to live
Without prose from Susanwiv

Not forgetting Allan
Our Australind man
Or our dear rambler
Rhymes with Eric Ambler

Who wrote books
Nothing rhymes with books :-( :-(

I take the hint, dear rambling
My poor old brain is scrambling.
You're never old. I know, because
You are much younger than I, Rose :-D

Allan and Susan wiv - you must be impressed now. I feel as if I am in a groove. Betch and Carol Ann Duffy - watch out!!!!!

Now John, to "dear" I don't object
but think you should be circumspect
and ponder, before you get too bold,
whether you are wise to term me "old" :-)

I muse on Allan's verse
It is many time worse
Than my epic prose
Or that of dear old Rose :-)

Methinks that John, whilst trying hard,
Has missed the mark by quite a yard.
Poems, and poetry, that just don't scan,
Are as useful as a chocolate pan.

Therefore when attempting verse,
Please try not to make it worse.
Even if you work 'til midnight chimes
Please try to ensure it rhymes

Just like the undertaker, who would bury deceased of either sex,
In advertising his trade, made people (living) vex
His crime? This verse:
I deal with him and hearse

I came upon this thread by chance,
was gonna spill my thoughts on one about dance

It seems we have some budding poets
Some by chance, others who know it!

The cold wind blows and makes teeth chatter
So I came on here to have a natter!

Susan wiv started the snowball running.......
Where is she now? Sitting sunning?

I know the last bit, it was lame...............
Never mind, tis only a game.

:-D :-D

John you are not a poet
and you know it :-D :-D

Rofl....God loves a trier ;-)

Oliver the musical
Is extremely whimsical
And that was also penned
By the immortal Bard
Yes, forsooth. Lionel was his name
He lived long before the Dame

But soft, what light through yonder Windows breaks?
It is a thread that Susan has begun.

Arise, and come and fill the emptied board
which is already sick and pale with grief,

Her vestal livery is but dull and wan
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

We speak yet we say nothing; what of that?
a merry peal of laughter warms the heart.

(with sincere apologies to the Bard).

no but rap and crap do dont be dissing me art now John <3

So! no bow for me
Alas, alack, I see.
Hayley, you may be a Dame
But "blast" and "crap" don't rhyme :-0

Back I come ready to rhyme
may even try have a rap
had so much fun last night it was a blast
but my dear John your poetry is crap :-D