Really shouldn't do this when I'm drunk, but here goes If I could offer you one single momentThen, surely, I would offer you an eternityIf for one second I promised to think of youCould you spend a lifetime thinking of me ?   But ifs are like whispers on the breezeComing and goingEbbing and flowingWhilst it's easy to pleaseThey're forgotten with ease   So, I'll give you a momentIf you'll give me half a chanceAnd I'll think of our futureWhile you consider a dance   PS: I like wearing girls' hot-pants                                                                                                                                                                             

    Did you compose that yourself? I like it.                                                                                                                                                                               

PS: I like wearing girls' hot-pants       He's not all there is he? ....lol                                                                                                                                                                              

and this time it wasnt me editing his posts!  lol                                                                                                                                                                             

If that's your own work Stu then I'm impressed mate. Same as Kwak, I liked that.                                                                                                                                                                             

I'm amazed you could type and think that up whilst drunk stuey - impressed mate                                                                                                                                                                              

Stu... I'm impressed.... or.... was it the voices????     Either way.. i like it .. well done                                                                                                                                                                              

 one very frustrated man our stuey![as in artist,poet]dont cut your ear of now!                                                                                                                                                                              

Stuey, I am impressed! We KNOW its the voices Karey! PMSL, either that or he is deliriously in love!  Lucky you Scary!                                                                                                                                                                             

Tell me Mr Python, Curling around that tree, Wouldn't you like to make yourself, A dinner out of me.   Tell me Mr Python, It can't be all that fun, Crushing up peoples bones, Whilst they wriggle in your tum.   Thank you to Mr Spike Milligan                                                                                                                                                                             

Some people think he is mental, Few people may think he's mad. But clearly it's so simple, He's just a little lad.   His jokes we find so funny, Silly songs he loves to sing. Makes everyday seem sunny, So Stuey never change a thing. xx                                                                                                                                                                             

aaaaaahhh!                                                                                                                                                                             

bikers come bikers go wish one would hang on for a mo![ladies version!]sporty types with racing leathers  an full face mystery,l!cruiser types with jeans an fancy boots,chrome an sheen replacing lean an mean, to pose is all with open faces,hey!look at me! noise is all but so what? !to get on the rd on mr HD or not is whats  hot!

Very good. RC showed me a copy of the Christmas carol book other BM members compiled a year or two ago...it was so funny...   Perhaps another one should be compiled but with all the lymerics, jokes, poems written by our latest membership?   RC - what do you think?                                                                                                                                                                             

I'm more into the Pam Aryres stylee myself...........   My Husband is a Lovely man He drives the council gritter   On friday night he came home drunk And took me up the ...........     STAIRS!.......you filthy minded lot!                                                                                                                                                                             

Been a little while - but here's another one...   If I wrote a line, would it make you smileIf I wrote a poem, would you spare a whileIf I wrote a story, would you tarry some moreIf I wrote a novel, would you ask what's in store   If I then wrote a sequel, would that fulfill a needIf that grew to a series, would you still want to readIf I captured my life, would it be interesting stuffSo if I just wrote one line, would that not be enough                                                                                                                                                                             

A knight in shining armour I seek With a heart of gold and not a geek.   But unless he has a real big tool   He'd never get through my wall, the fool.                                                                                                                                                                             

Scary.     You done it again.   I awoke one morning, the sun shone in the sky, With all the joys of summer mornings, Gently passing bye.     A sparrow sat on my window sill, So sweetly did it sing, With lots of chirps and flutters, It was a noisy thing.   It woke me up too early, And got me out of bed. So I quickly closed the window, And squashed it's fu**ing head.                It's only a poetic joke. I like birds. Really, honest I do and I would never do anything like that and would frown upon anyone  who would even consider such a thing.        No birds were injured or killed during the writing of this        poem.                                                                                                                                                                             

roses are red
violets are blue
im loving the poems that come from you
red wine in the morning
red wine at night
im sorry guys my poems are shite!
                                                                                                                                                                             

  your all so clever ....