Bad poems for you

mauve21

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When Morrissey was seen with Lady Ga Ga,
some of his fans were heard to say
"What a shame she's so thin.
and much younger than him.
and does the other guy also want to play!?!?"

But the word from those in the know,
is that Morrissey didn't really want to go,
and was cajoled by the lady and the other fellow
and promised the reward of a lifetime supply
of strawberry jello.....:guitar:
 
Well where's your poem then dunya?

I feel another bad poem coming on....

There was a young lady called Katy,
who took tea with her fiancee's best matey,
When asked should I wed,
Mr. Morrissey said "Errr, I'm afraid I believe it's too hasty..."

There once was a fellow called Russell,
who used to be quick with the hustle,
It was said that in bed he was easily led,
and many indeed had had Russell.

But now in India, Russell and Katy may marry,
after counselling and 'emotional baggage' they'll carry.
And Morrissey might say
on their special day
in a telegram:-
"Dear Russell, I'm sorry I just couldn't tarry.
For the truth is alas, when I think of your lass,
I come out in this godawful rash...."

Geez.....somebody tell me to stop it....:o
 
What do you think of this mauve?

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he,
He called for a light
In the middle of the night
To go to the lavatry

Now the moon shone bright on the lavatory wall
The candle had a fright,
Old King Cole
Fell down the hole,
Up to his neck in shite
 
My neice :

Baa baa black sheep
Annie annie wool,
Yes sir, yes sir
Free bags full
One for the master,one for the day,
And one for the little boy who lives down ma lame
 
"Tribute" to Dead Beatles.....

I wish I was upon that street,
The night that John Got shot
I'd try to talk Chapman out of it,
But then again...Might not.

I wish had a Time machine,
I'd say to George "Old friend
Watch out for those Cigarettes....
They'll Kill you in the end"
 
"Tribute" to Dead Beatles.....

I wish I was upon that street,
The night that John Got shot
I'd try to talk Chapman out of it,
But then again...Might not.

I wish had a Time machine,
I'd say to George "Old friend
Watch out for those Cigarettes....
They'll Kill you in the end"
Heh, heh... that's pretty good:guitar:

I heard the news that day, oh boy,
about a guy called John who got shot dead.
And I remembered how ironic and sad it was because
All he was saying was: "Give peace a chance..."
 
I seem to remember something like this,or I dreamt it :

Thirty days days hath September,

April,June and no wonder,

All the rest have thirty one,

Except Grandma who rides a red bicycle.:straightface:
 
And when at last it does
I'd say you were within your rights
To fight
The right ones and say
What kept you so long
What kept you so long
 
There was someone called Mauve
who'd go off for a rove
then back again they'd hove
just like a treasure trove.
They'd cook upon a stove,
and maybe add a clove
and for these words I dove
into a rhyming dictionary.
 
O freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plured gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurlecruncheon, see if I don’t.
 
I once rhymed 'Jesus' and 'Double Decker Bus' in a terrible, terrible poem. Wanted to be the next Philip Larkin, but ended up more Pop Larkin from the Darling Buds of May:)
 
There was someone called Mauve
who'd go off for a rove
then back again they'd hove
just like a treasure trove.
They'd cook upon a stove,
and maybe add a clove
and for these words I dove
into a rhyming dictionary.

Mmm, I remember a song, although the time is long gone,
about the final train to a place that bears your name.
I believe it was the Monkees and because
you tried so hard
to rhyme my name,
You deserve a special card.....
One that says next challenge is for you to write a poem
unaided by a book,
and be clever and witty enough
to make up your own ditty......

However, having said that I'm chuffed that you wrote a poem about me:o
 
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