Poetry

**Al Fowler** · 21-11-2008, 12:44 AM

Originally Posted by Nee Bother

I raced young Emmi up Gable.....

Who was weighted down by a large table. (SORRY THATS BAD!)

**emmilou** · 21-11-2008, 12:44 AM

Originally Posted by Hanneke

Well, you guys just don't seem to get it, that is when us gals get impatient and seem bossy

you get the honour of the punch line this round

**Hanneke** · 21-11-2008, 12:45 AM

Originally Posted by Nee Bother

I raced young Emmi up Gable.....

sorry...

are you sure that is not just a fable?

**Nee Bother** · 21-11-2008, 12:45 AM

Originally Posted by Hanneke

are you sure that is not just a fable?

you said she was willing and able

**emmilou** · 21-11-2008, 12:45 AM

Originally Posted by Al Fowler

Who was weighted down by a large table. (SORRY THATS BAD!)

oooo I'm make you run fast round that bloody track young fella me lad

she took it all in her stride

**Hanneke** · 21-11-2008, 12:46 AM

Originally Posted by Nee Bother

you said she was willing and able

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, we want something n ow that does NOT rhyme with 'able'

**emmilou** · 21-11-2008, 12:46 AM

Originally Posted by Hanneke

sorry...

are you sure that is not just a fable?

you jumped the gun!!!

we nee a number system!

**Al Fowler** · 21-11-2008, 12:46 AM

Originally Posted by emmilou

oooo I'm make you run fast round that bloody track young fella me lad

she took it all in her stride

(Is it my go) Which was impressively wide.

**Hanneke** · 21-11-2008, 12:46 AM

I am going to bed, I can't stand it any longer

**Nee Bother** · 21-11-2008, 12:46 AM

Originally Posted by emmilou

oooo I'm make you run fast round that bloody track young fella me lad

she took it all in her stride

her hips were sooooo wide

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