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    #1

    Poetry

    WOMAN'S LOVE POEM
    Before I lay me down to sleep,
    I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
    One who's handsome, smart and strong,
    One who loves to listen long.
    One who thinks before he speaks,
    One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
    I pray he's gainfully employed,
    When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
    Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
    Massages my back and begs to do more.
    Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
    Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
    I pray that this man will love me to no end,
    And always be my very best friend.

    MAN'S LOVE POEM
    I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
    Huge boobs who owns a bar near Anfield,
    And loves to send me out fishing and playing football. This
    Doesn't rhyme and I don't give a ****
    "Through me the way into the suffering city,
    Through me the way to the eternal pain,
    Through me the way that runs among the lost.
    Justice urged on my high artificer;
    My maker was divine authority,
    The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
    Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
    And I endure eternally.
    Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."


    And like that… he's gone
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    #2
    Originally posted by The Reaper View Post
    WOMAN'S LOVE POEM
    Before I lay me down to sleep,
    I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
    One who's handsome, smart and strong,
    One who loves to listen long.
    One who thinks before he speaks,
    One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
    I pray he's gainfully employed,
    When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
    Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
    Massages my back and begs to do more.
    Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
    Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
    I pray that this man will love me to no end,
    And always be my very best friend.

    MAN'S LOVE POEM
    I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
    Huge boobs who owns a bar near Anfield,
    And loves to send me out fishing and playing football. This
    Doesn't rhyme and I don't give a ****
    thats quality, dont suppose you have that "male vs female diary entry" in your archive do ya?

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      #3
      Yeah but its very very old and over used that mate, its a bit like your knob is to a girl, in that after laughin at it once, none wanna see it again
      "Through me the way into the suffering city,
      Through me the way to the eternal pain,
      Through me the way that runs among the lost.
      Justice urged on my high artificer;
      My maker was divine authority,
      The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
      Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
      And I endure eternally.
      Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."


      And like that… he's gone

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        #4
        Originally posted by The Reaper View Post
        Yeah but its very very old and over used that mate, its a bit like your knob is to a girl, in that after laughin at it once, none wanna see it again
        thats funny as mrs reaper cant seem to get enough of it!

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          #5
          I wrote a piece of freeform poetry last night.

          Marrow
          Meringue
          Boomerang
          Long, blue boomerang


          Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

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            #6
            Originally posted by redmacca View Post
            thats funny as mrs reaper cant seem to get enough of it!
            I just asked her about that and she said it made a great mould for a salt shaker mate :bird:
            "Through me the way into the suffering city,
            Through me the way to the eternal pain,
            Through me the way that runs among the lost.
            Justice urged on my high artificer;
            My maker was divine authority,
            The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
            Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
            And I endure eternally.
            Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."


            And like that… he's gone

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              #7
              Originally posted by ShaggyAlonso View Post
              I wrote a piece of freeform poetry last night.

              Marrow
              Meringue
              Boomerang
              Long, blue boomerang


              Balaclava joke mate... Went right over my head!!!!
              "Through me the way into the suffering city,
              Through me the way to the eternal pain,
              Through me the way that runs among the lost.
              Justice urged on my high artificer;
              My maker was divine authority,
              The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
              Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
              And I endure eternally.
              Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."


              And like that… he's gone

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                #8


                It wasn’t a joke. As I said, it’s a piece of freeform poetry I wrote last night.

                Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

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                  #9
                  Here's another one I wrote.

                  It's called, simply, Trotsky.

                  Today, I saw a dog,
                  Yes, a dog.
                  Talking to a pig,
                  Yes, a pig.
                  They were on the pavement,
                  Discussing Trotsky.
                  Not brotsky or crotsky or drotsky or frotsky.
                  But Trotsky.
                  Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

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                    #10
                    What do you think you're doing, pig?
                    Do you really give a fig, pig?
                    And what's your favourite sort of gig, pig?
                    Barry Manilow
                    Or the black and white minstrel show?
                    Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

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                      #11
                      You a big Cliff fan too Shaggs?
                      "My commitment to Liverpool is 100 per cent. I would die for that Liverpool shirt. I think the club loves me and I feel the same, no matter what the situation." - Pepe Reina, Nov '09.

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                        #12
                        Originally posted by ShaggyAlonso View Post


                        It wasn’t a joke. As I said, it’s a piece of freeform poetry I wrote last night.

                        Im afraid I'll have to own up to being an ignoramus re Free form poetry mate...
                        "Through me the way into the suffering city,
                        Through me the way to the eternal pain,
                        Through me the way that runs among the lost.
                        Justice urged on my high artificer;
                        My maker was divine authority,
                        The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
                        Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
                        And I endure eternally.
                        Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."


                        And like that… he's gone

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                          #13
                          Originally posted by BFG View Post
                          You a big Cliff fan too Shaggs?
                          YES! How did you guess?

                          Oh, Cliff
                          Sometimes it must be difficult not to feel as if
                          You really are a Cliff
                          When fascists keep trying to push you over it
                          Are they the lemmings?
                          Or are you Cliff?
                          Or are you, Cliff?


                          Originally posted by The Reaper View Post
                          Im afraid I'll have to own up to being an ignoramus re Free form poetry mate...
                          Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

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                            #14
                            **** me from "Im New" to "Respect your elders" in 40 days
                            I need a life outside of cyberspace!!!
                            "Through me the way into the suffering city,
                            Through me the way to the eternal pain,
                            Through me the way that runs among the lost.
                            Justice urged on my high artificer;
                            My maker was divine authority,
                            The highest wisdom, and the primal love.
                            Before me nothing but eternal things were made,
                            And I endure eternally.
                            Abandon every hope, ye who enter here."


                            And like that… he's gone

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                              #15
                              whilst on the subject of poetry - i am (no bull****) a published poet
                              i own everton fans on the internet....that's what i do

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