Ok my one and only poem i have ever done you can see why lol

Granddads vest
By
Jon

People often say that mobile phones are a pest
That’s nothing compared to my granddads vest
I asked my grandma about my granddads vest
She would scream and shout he is a bloody pest.

My granddad was the best he played for England
In that bloody vest
At last a victory in a test
Thanks to my granddad in his vest.

My granddad went to war in his vest
The Germans and the Italians tried they best
To shoot a bullet into my granddads vest
My Granddad helped win the war in 1944
Winston Churchill said you are the best
As he pinned that shiny medal Apon his vest.

People came from far and wide
To see my granddads vest
And that medal pinned Apon his chest
They would shake his hand and say you are the best
You beat the Germans and the Aussies in a test
To my grandma he was a pest
But to me my granddad was the best
But sadly now he’s laid to rest
Gone to heaven in that bloody vest.

Networking Protocol

Is there a standard for this?
TCP/IP?
My thoughts race faster
than my ping rate,
data transfer
is (I hope) a duplex system -
two way; always on
not a ring, a star, a hub
but a simple one-to-one,
no routers needed here
when every data packet
goes straight to my heart.

I wrote this for my BF Ryo - it seemed kind of appropriate cos we met on the 'net and we still email every day we don't see each other.

Seeing as people are discussing their fav. poets on another thread I thought it might be nice for people to offer their own work.

Embarrassing though it is I shall make the first offering.. don't laugh!

I wrote this a very long time ago so forgive my poetic incompetence.

Here we sit in this crowded bar, alone.
The others are shadows of no consequence.
I am silent, listening to your every word,
Watching your eyes smiling.
You and I complement each other with such perfection
The bar disappears.
You take my hands, never looking away,
Staring into my eyes and my soul looking for a sign.
"I read your thoughts" you say, a smile playing on your lips,
I smile too, washed in your words.
We hold each other close, sitting in silence,
At this moment words are of no relevance,
Your eyes tell me all I need to know,
As we sit alone in this crowded bar.


Fox (a very long time ago :) )

Originally posted by Jon
Ok my one and only poem i have ever done you can see why lol

Granddads vest
By
Jon


Jon, that is great. You have great talent and please write more with the lovely mix of comedy and poignancy. Hopefully in due course you will share them with us on SF.

Pam Ayres would be delighted to have written that piece.:)

I use the forum to save on boredom,
But what - needs - one for stimulation,
Is a hooker, but I can't afford em.

Twinkle twinkle little star your like the dash light in my car,

Although my dash lights not as high, I still could end up in the sky,

Twinkle twinkle little star, should I put brake fluid in my car ?

Your poem is not the best I've read
But I'm really sorry that your grandad's dead
But it's to your dates that you really should tend
As it was in 1945 that the war came to an end.