poem on 5 up - reply's only in poetry on this thread - thank you

[waterhog]

poem on 5 up - reply's only in poetry on this thread - thank you 30.08.13

lets start with feelings,
no one can have a blocker,
every eviction i will have these dealings,
Lauren being up will be no shocker.
i will put her aside,
as Lauren is more secure then any bank,
for Courtney being genuine and not snide,
Courtney safety is the way i thank.
she is beautiful,
very divine with no rust,
her Lauren love is tearful,
no concentration on Courtney's bust.
onto the 3 i surrender,
its time to get gooey,
i love the over the top sender,
because full on is Louie.
Charlotte or Ron is now my selection,
carefully please think,
after 2 warnings and correction,
Charlotte staying we all must drink.
sorry about this Ron,
but you are nerve racking to watch,
you must go on Friday or its a con,
this CBB we all must vote and not botch.

( there is one rule if you reply to my thread - it must be in poetry style. thank you much. please don't forget if Lauren accepts my marriage proposal ( when she reads my other poem) you are all invited to wedding !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )

[kistar]

The Brook

by Alfred Lord Tennyson



I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

[kistar]

This ^^^ Waterhog is poetry.

[mr rochester]

The Brook

by Alfred Lord Tennyson



I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.


Amazing - I had to learn that for a competition when I was 11 and I can still remember a lot of it! Thank you!

[kistar]

Amazing - I had to learn that for a competition when I was 11 and I can still remember a lot of it! Thank you!

One of my favourite all time poems.

[mr rochester]

...and the Lady of Shallott Kistar - don't forget her...same author

[kistar]

...and the Lady of Shallott Kistar - don't forget her...same author

Adore that one too!

[kistar]

...and the Lady of Shallott Kistar - don't forget her...same author

Yes indeed Mr Rochester.

[mr rochester]

The wedding of the year is due
For Waterhog and Lauren
Lauren wears a frock in pink
And Waterhog a sporran
Confetti thrown by all of TIBBS
Lies strewn upon the floor
The toothy buddha vicar - Ron
Presides with goofy jaw
And Sophie heals the sick and lame
Whilst Vicky has a smoke
And Bruce and Dustin hover
In the background for a joke
Courtney topples over
Louie pirouettes with glee
And Carol sniggers openly
Whilst hid behind a tree
Mario in lime green thong
Lends gravitas and style
And Abz complete with dressing gown
Joins all the rank and file
So we salute the bride and groom
And then we break for lunch
They slice the cake...
And Charlotte kills it dead with just one punch.

[kistar]

WOW! Hahaha awesome mr Rochester totally awesome.

[mr rochester]

Thank you x

[HBB1508]

Great poem mr rochester *applause*

[Blue Cadillac]

There comes a time in most folk's lives when they question what they're doing
Seeing utter tosh on telly each night makes for extremely tacky viewing,
I must be sad to watch such crap, I wallow in despair
Yet there I go again last night, fixated to my chair.
There must be more to life than this, I shake my head and frown
As I shudder watching Lauren twirl in a putrid floaty gown,
And then there's Abz to entertain, what a lucky gal I am
Tuned in to hear my mother tongue of Cockney gone down the pan.
I could always root for Sophie, with her shiny cheeks and forehead
She must have shares in botox; and her lips – well, they're just horrid,
There's Vicky with her nasal drawl, it drives me round the bend
And Courtney spewing helium, any skinnier and she'd ascend.
Loose Women's handed us Carol, for us to endure in pain
Cocky, brash, bold, frightful, I think I ought to refrain,
Oh Louie, what a card you are, you play your role so well
You've overdosed in campness, it's just too much over-sell.
What is to say re: Harlotte, except she's filthy and so phoney
I can't abide her antics; it's all made up, a load of pony,
Big Ron does not offend me, but neither he excites
Looks like I'm in for more of this – dull and boring nights.
There are others in this house I watch, but none of whom need mention
I'll wait for next year's normal BB, for some much needed fun and tension.

[LANDROVER]

My insight on eviction night.
Votes for lauren will be rife,
for fear she may take her life.

Louis will stay
because hes gay.

Courtneys not yet sank so low
for the yank to go.

Charlotte will miss it,
in fact shell piss it.

And that leaves ron,
I think hes gone.

[LANDROVER]

My insight on eviction night.
Votes for lauren will be rife,
for fear she may take her life.

Louis will stay
because hes gay.

Courtneys not yet sank so low
for the yank to go.

Charlotte will miss it,
in fact shell piss it.

And that leaves ron,
I think hes gone.

[mr rochester]

Who said poetry was dead..?

[mr rochester]

Great poem mr rochester *applause*

Thank you Lynne x

[Daffodil]

The wedding of the year is due
For Waterhog and Lauren
Lauren wears a frock in pink
And Waterhog a sporran
Confetti thrown by all of TIBBS
Lies strewn upon the floor
The toothy buddha vicar - Ron
Presides with goofy jaw
And Sophie heals the sick and lame
Whilst Vicky has a smoke
And Bruce and Dustin hover
In the background for a joke
Courtney topples over
Louie pirouettes with glee
And Carol sniggers openly
Whilst hid behind a tree
Mario in lime green thong
Lends gravitas and style
And Abz complete with dressing gown
Joins all the rank and file
So we salute the bride and groom
And then we break for lunch
They slice the cake...
And Charlotte kills it dead with just one punch.

*applauding energetically* Brilliant poem!

[mr rochester]

*applauding energetically* Brilliant poem!

Thank you Daffodil x

[Daffodil]

There comes a time in most folk's lives when they question what they're doing
Seeing utter tosh on telly each night makes for extremely tacky viewing,
I must be sad to watch such crap, I wallow in despair
Yet there I go again last night, fixated to my chair.
There must be more to life than this, I shake my head and frown
As I shudder watching Lauren twirl in a putrid floaty gown,
And then there's Abz to entertain, what a lucky gal I am
Tuned in to hear my mother tongue of Cockney gone down the pan.
I could always root for Sophie, with her shiny cheeks and forehead
She must have shares in botox; and her lips – well, they're just horrid,
There's Vicky with her nasal drawl, it drives me round the bend
And Courtney spewing helium, any skinnier and she'd ascend.
Loose Women's handed us Carol, for us to endure in pain
Cocky, brash, bold, frightful, I think I ought to refrain,
Oh Louie, what a card you are, you play your role so well
You've overdosed in campness, it's just too much over-sell.
What is to say re: Harlotte, except she's filthy and so phoney
I can't abide her antics; it's all made up, a load of pony,
Big Ron does not offend me, but neither he excites
Looks like I'm in for more of this – dull and boring nights.
There are others in this house I watch, but none of whom need mention
I'll wait for next year's normal BB, for some much needed fun and tension.


:dance::cat::joker: Wonderful :)

[waterhog]

i am nothing com[ared to you guys - what a great read all of you.


going for quick shower,
then turn on ch5 power.
looking forward to the eviction,
all day i have thought of this friction.
maybe i need change,
to give myself a better range.
as long as lauren stay solid,
then my proposal is truthful and not squalid.
i have to end as i got to have a wash,
you lot and your poems did certainly me squash.

[Blue Cadillac]

:dance::cat::joker: Wonderful :)

:cat: :wavey:

[Blue Cadillac]

My insight on eviction night.
Votes for lauren will be rife,
for fear she may take her life.

Louis will stay
because hes gay.

Courtneys not yet sank so low
for the yank to go.

Charlotte will miss it,
in fact shell piss it.

And that leaves ron,
I think hes gone.

Straight to the point and spot on!

[Nemo123]

I hate poetry
Cos I don't know any
See?