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June 25 The Rotten EggPHHWWWOOAAARR!!!
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I am a rotton eggy
And my colour rather green
I smell just like a sailors trump
Thats eaten loads of beans.
My shell is hard as Iron
And I seep a deadly gas
That creeps all round and up ya nose
Smells like it comes from ass.
Ron cooked me for a Sunday lunch
To present me on a plate
With a bit of bread and butter
And Vee opened me up to late
She tapped the spoon upon my head
To try and make me crack
I seeped just like a skunk does
And I nearly knocked her back.
"Ron you are a bugger"!!!!
She shouts back through the door
"This egg is really rotten
And It knocked me back upon the floor
Its foaming at its bloody mouth
Its yoke is deadly green
It stinks just like a sailors fart
The worst colour ever seen
Its put me off my Sunday Lunch
It`s made me feel quite ill
Just forget about my sunday lunch And hand to me my pill.
And just as Ron came through the door
Which was a little late
Old eggy smiled a devlish smile
And jumped up of his plate.
He walked through door with funny look
And a little devlish grin
And up he jumped from ground below
And landed in the bin.
sylvia gray
June 22 NO ROOMPLEASE TURN ON THE VIDEO
No Room At The Inn
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Well Lass `eres me story
That I jus `ave ta tell
The angels up in `eaven
They called out bloody `ell!!
Ta see me standing at `t gate
All dressed in robes of white
They `id behind `t biggest cloud
And nearly died wi fright.
get back down on yonders plane!!!
Your time as not yet come
To early for receiving
I said It`s alright fer some!!!!!
So me wings they were`nt quite ready
But they see I had grown horns
I told `em I `ad `ad `em
From start `t day was born.
So the master said just tek ya choice
I think it`s only fair
Its go back down, or other place
But it bloody hot down there
So I came back on my own accord
Until my time is come
I dont fancy climbing down `t stairs
In case I sinje me bum.
So I`m back ta stay just for awhile
Until they get me wings
Dont fancy dining with `t devil
Amongst all other things.
© s gray June 21 MY POETIC IDOLPLEASE TURN ON MUSIC VIDEO ON ENTRY
MY POETIC IDOL
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She makes me laugh she doo`s
From the top of me `ed to me shoes
When her tongue it do flickers
I wet me knickers
And hysterics they sense I do lose.
I watch her as she start to recite
And tears and me laughter do fight
To keep me from fallin`
And rollin` and bawlin`
And chokun` the rest of the night
she`s the best is our Pammy to me
When I see her I jump up with glee
There aint no competiton
It`s just recognition
She`s someone I`d just love to see.
sylvia gray
Me Ded EadMe Dead `ead
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eeeeeee lads und lasses it`s great `t be back
I was sleepin like forever and forgot the blooming knack
What ever it were it n`er killed me
Might as well been dead
Nothing much was working not even in me `ead
But the doc he came and put me right
`t tablets are jus` fine
I thought I caught this avian flu
but no wings could i find
But me leg was dead and my feet were too
And doc took one look and said what are we to do.?
Now I`m flying high and strong
`t tablts are just fine
I am on the way `t fitness now
And am feeling back in line.
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