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Norfolk and good

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Posted Mon Sep 7th, 2009 4:15pm Post subject: My spur of the moment poetry
I sit here now in cyberspace
Am I alone is this the case
Should I continue to write this stuff
Not very refined in fact quite rough
I hear the birds in the garden
Singing or burping, I beg your pardon
The sun shines bright this September day
Global warming is here to stay
It only took a minute or two
To make this up , I'm sure you knew
So now lets have your comments please
Oh do be kind I'm on my knees
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tito

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Posted Fri Sep 11th, 2009 1:31pm Post subject: My spur of the moment poetry
Hello N & G,
How are you? I have been off for a few days as my polar regions have been playing up. Tch!
Tis a lovely poem and I will catapult a word your way whether you are be-kneed or not.
Tx
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Nitro

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Posted Sun Sep 13th, 2009 4:24am Post subject: My spur of the moment poetry
It's at least as good as anything I've read on a bathroom wall.
BTW, I mean that kindly, not unkindly.
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Norfolk and good

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Posted Sun Sep 13th, 2009 9:55pm Post subject: My spur of the moment poetry
Well thank you Tito and Nitro.
At last I have the adulation I crave. Any chance of sending some money as well?
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Norfolk and good

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Posted Sun Sep 13th, 2009 9:56pm Post subject: My spur of the moment poetry
By the way Tito are you still Agony Aunting (is that a real word)?
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tito

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Posted Sun Sep 13th, 2009 10:25pm Post subject: My spur of the moment poetry
Yes I am still Agony Aunting. And as long as you have invented it then it's a real word. I invent words all the time. It saves having to actually think of already existing words.
Spilodes. See?
I would love to send you some money but I am flat broke after signing up for a disreputable counselling agency in a bid to get back a rifle range voucher for a popular amusement park.
But that's another story..............
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Nitro

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Posted Mon Sep 14th, 2009 4:41am Post subject: My spur of the moment poetry
I think I still have some Monopoly money stuffed in the cornor of a kitchen drawer. It might have some dried ketchup on it and at least a fingers width torn off the end of it. Would that do?
The only hiccup might be in sending it. I ate the last of my carrier pigeons last night. Sorry.
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