Don't like me ? Your problem..
Think im trippin ? Tie my laces..
Can't stand me ? Sit down..
Can't face me ? Turn around..
Think i care ? Think again......
Best friends stick together till the end,
They are lke a straight line that will not bend,
They trust each other forever,
No matter if your apart or together,
They can be your hero and save the day,
They will never leave your side, thay are here to stay,
They help you up when you fall,
Your true friends are best of all....
Centurion, is this the poem you meant?
WALK WITH ME BY THE WATERAged and slow are the steps I take,to the lake where the water flows free.Humbled am I, by the quiet beauty,that God has blessed and given me.Through the years I will rememberthe goodness of my life, not the bad.It takes only the peace of the waterto appreciate the love that I've had.There is this miracle of the water,that makes our lives worth the while.These memories will live on forever,and bring with them, surely a smile.Come walk with me by the water,hold me and make my life shine.We are given the gift of the moment.it was never to be simply mine..Aged and slow are the steps I take,to the lake where the water flows free.Humbled am I, by the quiet beauty,that God has blessed and given me.
Author: Countrymom
There was a young man named Crocket, Who went into space in a rocket. The rocket went bang, His bollocks went clang, And he found his cock in his pocket!
There was a young girl from Azores Whose crotch was covered in sores All the dogs in the street used to eat the green meat That hung in festoons from her draws
A Polically Correct Christmas Story
T'was the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck ...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves"
"Vertically challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labour conditions at the North Pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid
Were replaced with four pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their rooftops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened".
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorised use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd had enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd never had a notion
That making a choice could cause such a commotion
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamoured, or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls, or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic.
No candy or sweets ... they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embelish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football ... someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sport exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood, dishevelled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere ... even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth ...
May you and your loved ones, enjoy peace on Earth.
There's a woman I know who's a poet And when put to the test she can show it If you're needing a rhyme She'll get one on time And lucky for you she'll bestow it
Great poem BP Gonna share that one with a few folks xx
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