That was shite, take a point off her.

Originally Posted by Moodybitch

Originally Posted by True2Blue

Originally Posted by Moodybitch

Originally Posted by True2Blue

Moodybitch now she may sound rich.
But here she lay in a six foot ditch.

Six foot? Luxury!

Here lies True2Blue, the overgrown lump
He was a good drinker but his fighting was pump
He was an adonis, being airborne and all that
But then he got out and turned into a fat hat

Down at the Traf he will be sorely missed
With his crap tats, dessies and jeans he has p1ssed
He's gone to the 5's Bar, way up in the sky
Cnut owed me a fiver and didn't even say bye

Moodybitch Moodybitch,
Tis all one could say,
From fiddling with teenagers all of his day.
It was a shame from arrses great link
That all one could judge by, was his fingers that did stink.

Twas by hearing the rival of the traff’s paying hand
For beer was the only payment to hand.
He owed me a tenner from days of old, but still he deducted a fiver I’m
Told.
Never mind how the wind may blow, for one will never know
But I shalt cope from them day's of old
For payment will be there on the tab I am told.

Rip young one. :D

True2Blue are you stupid, ot just a teaser
I am a bird, not a bloody geezer

Although it's sometimes hard to tell,
under that beery breath, Lord what a smell,
it can cut through apples like William Tell
has somebody farted...f*cking hell!

Originally Posted by Biscuits_AB

Originally Posted by The_Snail

Bickies, Bickies, how I miss you so
With your funny member, "down below"
I remember how you made me grin
With your dirty tales of men and Gin

One day, I'll wake up and you won't be there
To make that special juice in my hair
I'd like you to know that I really did care
And never again insults we will share.

I loved you so, you'll never know
I knew it was your time to go
I'm glad you died with a hard on
Serves you right for setting an OP up in my back garden.

The End.

By Dale aged 12.

12 you say?

Old enough to bleed and all that.... :D

Originally Posted by Biscuits_AB

Originally Posted by Moodybitch

Originally Posted by True2Blue

Originally Posted by Moodybitch

Originally Posted by True2Blue

Moodybitch now she may sound rich.
But here she lay in a six foot ditch.

Six foot? Luxury!

Here lies True2Blue, the overgrown lump
He was a good drinker but his fighting was pump
He was an adonis, being airborne and all that
But then he got out and turned into a fat hat

Down at the Traf he will be sorely missed
With his crap tats, dessies and jeans he has p1ssed
He's gone to the 5's Bar, way up in the sky
Cnut owed me a fiver and didn't even say bye

Moodybitch Moodybitch,
Tis all one could say,
From fiddling with teenagers all of his day.
It was a shame from arrses great link
That all one could judge by, was his fingers that did stink.

Twas by hearing the rival of the traff’s paying hand
For beer was the only payment to hand.
He owed me a tenner from days of old, but still he deducted a fiver I’m
Told.
Never mind how the wind may blow, for one will never know
But I shalt cope from them day's of old
For payment will be there on the tab I am told.

Rip young one. :D

True2Blue are you stupid, ot just a teaser
I am a bird, not a bloody geezer

Although it's sometimes hard to tell,
under that beery breath, Lord what a smell,
it can cut through apples like William Tell
has somebody farted...f*cking hell!

You can talk, you festering turd
You look like a man but have tits like a bird
Get back in yer box you gobby ex plod
And change your grots they smell fcuking odd

Originally Posted by crow_bag

ScouseD's keyboard was a brave old soul,
But now it lies in the ground all cold,
Come in said St Peter
You've done your time in Hell

RIP mucca

(think it needs more work on the ending)

No mate, you summed it up beautifully. My thoughts are with the liddle kiddies. RIP brandy splattered keyboard.

Originally Posted by Moodybitch

Originally Posted by Biscuits_AB

Originally Posted by Moodybitch

Originally Posted by True2Blue

Originally Posted by Moodybitch

Originally Posted by True2Blue

Moodybitch now she may sound rich.
But here she lay in a six foot ditch.

Six foot? Luxury!

Here lies True2Blue, the overgrown lump
He was a good drinker but his fighting was pump
He was an adonis, being airborne and all that
But then he got out and turned into a fat hat

Down at the Traf he will be sorely missed
With his crap tats, dessies and jeans he has p1ssed
He's gone to the 5's Bar, way up in the sky
Cnut owed me a fiver and didn't even say bye

Moodybitch Moodybitch,
Tis all one could say,
From fiddling with teenagers all of his day.
It was a shame from arrses great link
That all one could judge by, was his fingers that did stink.

Twas by hearing the rival of the traff’s paying hand
For beer was the only payment to hand.
He owed me a tenner from days of old, but still he deducted a fiver I’m
Told.
Never mind how the wind may blow, for one will never know
But I shalt cope from them day's of old
For payment will be there on the tab I am told.

Rip young one. :D

True2Blue are you stupid, ot just a teaser
I am a bird, not a bloody geezer

Although it's sometimes hard to tell,
under that beery breath, Lord what a smell,
it can cut through apples like William Tell
has somebody farted...f*cking hell!

You can talk, you festering turd
You look like a man but have tits like a bird
Get back in yer box you gobby ex plod
And change your grots they smell fcuking odd

Oh Moodster, moodster, what shall we do,
since you've filled your grundies up with poo,
you didn't run fast enough to get to the loo,
your draggin' old arrse cheeks slowed you down, but it's true,
they resemble not one burst couch...but two.

Who killed Cock Robin?
Who killed Cock Robin?
All the birds and the bees said Goddam it sod it fuck it
When they heard Cock Robin had kicked the fuckin bucket.

Cpt Correlli thank you for that moving tribute to my efforts
When I read your kind words I completely welled up with couldn't give a fuck.

Wooden Tops, Potty Heads, 'Kindly Uncles' you've really been there haven't you?

Your poem about going 'over the top', it was almost like you knew what you were talking about.

PS, never having seen any active service what does RP stand for, Right Pillock?

ODE TO CTAUCH

ctauch, ctauch, you've got a willy like a mouse
I will miss your witty ways
and the way you always said you wanted to kill me
or let me die in a freak yachting accident
or cut my head off with a chain saw.

For you, my little angle, I made this poem, I'll try and make it rhyme:

I once chatted to a man
He made me smile
Just for a little while
He said he would love me
Live a dove bee (see, see, rhyming - what the fuck is a dove bee)
But he let me down
Like a clown (ooh she's got it)
I'd just like to say
I don't care if you're gay
You are still my little ctauch
My little Tangerine.

The End.

(Well fuck all rhymes with ctauch or Tangerine)

Originally Posted by mucus2

Originally Posted by Biscuits_AB

Originally Posted by The_Snail

Bickies, Bickies, how I miss you so
With your funny member, "down below"
I remember how you made me grin
With your dirty tales of men and Gin

One day, I'll wake up and you won't be there
To make that special juice in my hair
I'd like you to know that I really did care
And never again insults we will share.

I loved you so, you'll never know
I knew it was your time to go
I'm glad you died with a hard on
Serves you right for setting an OP up in my back garden.

The End.

By Dale aged 12.

12 you say?

Old enough to bleed and all that.... :D

Old enough to bleed,
old enough to butcher..
..your mum was a low down
hoochy-coocher.

Originally Posted by Biscuits_AB

Old enough to bleed,
old enough to butcher..
..your mum was a low down
hoochy-coocher.

I thought Cab Calloway was dead?

If he wasn't he's just been murdered.