Ribs :)

dancing like a loon in fact i love dancing and singing pretty much everywhere i go i really really love food !! i could make a list but i wont .i love my family they drive me up the wall sometimess (whos family doesnt tho) but i still love them !! my friends are pretty much my life how the hell you lot put up with me is beyonde me i love you all seriously i do !!!mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm chocolate
a poem by rosie

ribs is her name, though not the "spare" type
her breasts are large, like melons that are ripe
her hairs cut in a bob
and she eats corn on the cob
it sticks in her teeth
so i holla "good grief!"
yellow tooth therefore her name
with flirting as her game
shes oblivious to the fact
the veg is still intact
so i offer my TLC
so she rings NSPCC
she gives me her greenies
no not her bogeys
the fruit pastel kind
so happy i bump n grind
shes a star in her own right
although to some, this is out of sight
she drinks so shes more than merry
and is sick like shes on a ferry
i love her so much
i wanna grab my crutch
i hope thats accepted
and sharnt be rejected
so pretty she be
the boys screem "oh GEE"
she be the queen of rice
i suspect she may have lice
this poems at an end
ribs sure is a leg-end
i like spare ribs,but only in OK sauce
if your not careful, shell get you on leash...
capiche?

A poem by chezza
loveday, oh loveday
how you make me play
(with your boobies)
you have a lovely smile
i havent seen it in quite a while
(or them precious boobies)
we both want a sexual fling
with that chocolate thing
(wouldnt mind one with your boobies)
we both like to dance
shall we go to france?
(and see your bikini filled with BOOBIES)
here is your poem for you
now be a good girl and go have a poo
this is the end
my very good friend!