paul10121968 Posted August 8, 2008 Report Posted August 8, 2008 time for a bit of fun,lets make the biggest poem ever,it doesnt have to rhyme but we must keep it clean.ill do the first line to start things off. THERE WAS A YOUNG MAN CALLED PETE,WHO,S BIRDS WERE VERY HARD TO BEAT.
jimmy_84 Posted August 8, 2008 Report Posted August 8, 2008 and every week pete's club would try to beat
jimmy_84 Posted August 8, 2008 Report Posted August 8, 2008 but half the birds were dead on their feet
steve d Posted August 8, 2008 Report Posted August 8, 2008 but they came alive with their pea nut treat
Guest Freebird Posted August 8, 2008 Report Posted August 8, 2008 Then out of the blue His big red cock flew Doon the chimney and landed at his feet.
paul10121968 Posted August 8, 2008 Author Report Posted August 8, 2008 one bird said"my god we must flee"
paul10121968 Posted August 8, 2008 Author Report Posted August 8, 2008 cause i think hes looking at me
little sam Posted August 10, 2008 Report Posted August 10, 2008 BANG, OUT OF THE TREE INTO THE LOCAL CHIPPIEE ;D
little sam Posted August 11, 2008 Report Posted August 11, 2008 or opposite and in american this could actually be quite 'rad' ;D ;D ;D ;D
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