[Marsh.]

Originally Posted by LeatherTrumpet

im not having a go but the sun and the moon dont have a love affair

they are 150 million kilometres away for a kick off and one is a star and the other a planet

Inter-species love and give each other space. Perfect.

[LeatherTrumpet]

Originally Posted by Marsh.

Inter-species love and give each other space. Perfect.

I think the sun should stick to its own kind, i mean there is nothing wrong with dating Proxima Centauri.

The moon should reign in its thirst and maybe look to some clubs around Saturn to get some satellite action

[Wizard.]

Originally Posted by Marsh.

Ugh,
Excuse me ladeh,
You're supposed to be on the bloody till

Listen ‘ere I’m at the bloody till writing poetry okay!

Originally Posted by LeatherTrumpet

im not having a go but the sun and the moon dont have a love affair

they are 150 million kilometres away for a kick off and one is a star and the other a planet

Star crossed lovers

[thesheriff443]

Music fills my ears as my eyes fill with tears
Remembering loved ones lost throughout the years
The end can come at any time
A depressing thought at the back of your troubled mind
But life is a never ending test
It’s never a fail if you have given your best
So hold your head up high and fcuk the rest

[MTVN]

Very nice sheriff, your own words?

[MTVN]

O dreams! Where has your sweetness vanished?
And where has youth (glib rhyme) been banished?
Can it be true, it's bloom has passed,
Has withered, withered now at last?
Can it be true my heyday's ended-
All elegiac play aside-
That now indeed my spring has died
(As I in jest so oft pretended)?
And is there no return of youth?
Shall I be thirty soon, in truth?

And so life's afternoon has started,
As I must now admit, I see.
But let us then as friends be parted,
My sparkling youth, before you flee!
I thank you for your host of treasures,
For pain and grief as well as pleasures,
For storms and feasts and worldly noise,
For all your gifts and all your joys;
My thanks to you. With you I've tasted,
Amid the tumult and the still,
Life's essence...and enjoyed my fill.
Enough! Clear-souled and far from wasted,
I start upon an untrod way
To take my rest from yesterday
__

That's my favourite section from Eugene Onegin which I read this year, it's so good I immediately finished it then went back and read it all again. I had just turned 30 when I read it so this felt very apt

[thesheriff443]

Originally Posted by MTVN

Very nice sheriff, your own words?

Thanks, yes wrote it over a cup of tea this week

[thesheriff443]

Alone in the darkness I lay awake
Memories of you to the grave I will take
You were far from my first nor my last
I’m living in the future but head is drowning in the past
They say true love is the only one that lasts
If only I could go back and change my past

[thesheriff443]

If I had a gun I’d play Russian roulette just for fun
Each squeeze of the trigger would see my pupils grow bigger
The end could come by my own shaky hand
Taking the express route to the promised land
But this time it’s just for fun
It’s only blanks in that smoking gun

[Sticks]

A blank can still kill at close enough range - The covered this on a CSI New York

[thesheriff443]

Originally Posted by Sticks

A blank can still kill at close enough range - The covered this on a CSI New York

To even things up, lots of people survive being shot in the head with real bullets

[The Slim Reaper]

lots of people survive being shot in the head with real bullets
Doesn't matter the hairstyle; be it bouffant or mullet.

[The Slim Reaper]

Still the most romantic poem ever written.

Originally Posted by Jesus.

The ballad of Lee & Dave

Of all forum members that use Tea Eye Bee Bee
There are none with a mouth as foul as she
With a tongue sharp enough to kill or to hunt
Never misses an opportunity to call me a ******.

Her days of toilet 3somes will soon disappear
And STI’s dripping down her thighs like tears
to only one man she will make humanist pledges
No more sucking off strangers for Benson & Hedges

With more jimmies than LK could ever be rustlin’
Shouting at her kids “did you take a sh**e? That’s ******ing disgustin’”
Although everyman in Scotland has ridden this bike
It’s now time for them to all take a hike.

An Englishman is better – don’t let Dave settle for this
A Scottish scag head that’s always on the piss
Now I don’t want to raise an alarm
But the reason she’s shy to get out her arms
Is nothing to do with those bingo wings
It’s the giveaway needle marks – those little black rings
But all those dealers needed to be serviced
This is why she’s got more of a guesthouse than a cervix

So now we get to the crux of the matter
She needs someone as she gets older and fatter
Someone to wheel her between the kettle and the fridge
And change that monthly towel in her ungroomed ridge

There’s only one item that’s still outstanding
jus primae noctis – that wedding night pounding
I suggest a TIBB raffle – we could all buy a ticket
The prize? A sloppy, disease-laden wicket.

Although this poem, is dodgy in theme
I’m sure she’ll appreciate it when she moves to the scheme
If she’s ever single, and finds herself love-starvin’
She can pop next door, and snuggle with Marvin

But to them both, I wish only love and laughter
Not just in this life, but eternal hereafter
She really is a hell of a catch
If you don’t mind a girl with a cavernous snatch

[Cherie]

Originally Posted by MTVN

O dreams! Where has your sweetness vanished?
And where has youth (glib rhyme) been banished?
Can it be true, it's bloom has passed,
Has withered, withered now at last?
Can it be true my heyday's ended-
All elegiac play aside-
That now indeed my spring has died
(As I in jest so oft pretended)?
And is there no return of youth?
Shall I be thirty soon, in truth?

And so life's afternoon has started,
As I must now admit, I see.
But let us then as friends be parted,
My sparkling youth, before you flee!
I thank you for your host of treasures,
For pain and grief as well as pleasures,
For storms and feasts and worldly noise,
For all your gifts and all your joys;
My thanks to you. With you I've tasted,
Amid the tumult and the still,
Life's essence...and enjoyed my fill.
Enough! Clear-souled and far from wasted,
I start upon an untrod way
To take my rest from yesterday
__

That's my favourite section from Eugene Onegin which I read this year, it's so good I immediately finished it then went back and read it all again. I had just turned 30 when I read it so this felt very apt

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