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    June 25

    The Rotten Egg

     
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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 ROOM

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    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

    Monkeying Around

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    June 21

    MY POETIC IDOL

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    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 Ead

     
    Me 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.
    ©
    sylvia gray