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My dear Joy I love to write In rhyme, I often do, And I will do my best to write A special verse for you. Yes, I'll settle for a Manns brown ale To get me in the mood, But do not let me drink too much Or I might get quite rude. PMSL Jeff xxx (((((hugs)))))

Well Joy love, since you like poetry, here is a little cheeky one for Christmas. GIFTS. Twas Christmas Day in the harem And the eunuchs were standing there, Bathing the lovely maidens And combing their silky hair, When in came the harem's bouncer And to the group he calls 'What would you like for Christmas lads'? And the eunychs shouted b.b.b.b blimey he's going to get us a present. ROTFPMSL Jeff xx

dear jeff,you wont embarace me,i really am quite tough my only problem is you see,enoughs not quite enough. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxme

Enough of what I ask myself Pray can you tell me that, I'm sorry I don't understand, Must be a silly prat.

ive always loved me poems and me dittys too, i dont mind if there clean ones or they can be quite blue.lol xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxme

Alas the time has come for me to rest my weary head So I must take my leave of you and get ready for my bed, Iv'e just looked in the mirror and it almost made me weep For the image that looked back at me said, 'You're in need of beauty sleep' I have enjoyed your company Joy my dear Just sharing bits of rhyme, It's been lovely on the boards tonight, Iv'e had a smashing time, And so my friend I send my thanks With words sincere and true, May your sleep be filled with pleasant dreams Goodnight and God bless you Jeff xxxxx

im in lurve,lol.xxxxxxxxxxxnite hun

MY CHRISTMAS STORY ‘Santa’s on his way It’s time to go to sleep And don’t forget my bonny one You’ve promised not to peep’ My brothers woke me early Too early for my eyes I cried and woke my mother Imagine her surprise For there I stood full of fear Thinking I’d gone blind I was too young to understand T’was nothing of the kind With eyelids stuck together And siblings running free I stood their wondering glumly What was to become of me It was not fair I shouted Why does this happen to me My brothers had found their presents Underneath the Christmas tree Mother bathed my eyes quite gently With warm water and a cotton ball One eye opened quite reluctantly The other not at all Back to bed we all were sent The morning for to await Mother quietly told us 'Don't get up before it's eight' At eight o'clock that morning Her words they seemed quite wise For immediately on waking I opened up my eyes That Christmas Day I will remember Not for the gifts I had But on restoration of my sight For that I was most glad Many Christmases later, At school there was a request Collectors for the blind were sought And you can guess the rest I stood at Paddington Station Every day after school At weekends I was there all day long My friends thought it quite uncool I didn't worry what they said To me it just felt right I could make Christmas bearable For someone without sight That Christmas Day I will remember Not for the gifts I had But on restoration of my sight For that I was most glad

i just love these poems,xxxxxxxxxxx

As sparkly Santas go, I am somewhat lacking And before it is sussed, I must do some backtracking Maybe my preference for things green hath me over a barrel. But you see my reddened glow is not due to apparel For it were the sand-kissed rays of heaven's eye That warmed my bones, and caused my skin to fry So, like a beetroot, from foot to face I sit with nothing but a knotted hankie in place And so, it seems, another muddle ensues Of misunderstandings, and misread clues But perhaps it will be soothed by the brotherly cheer That always visits us ..................... at this time of year L

im sorry mr loxley ,but i feel that you may be trying to ruin another thread. goodnight

Goodnight tinks, But perhaps in the morning ..... you might read my words more closely. L And Joy might call upon me if she feels less than comfortable !

A simple verse which reminds us that there are many less fortunate than ourselves which need our help. Oh, to have dwelt in Bethlehem When the star of the Lord shone bright ! To have sheltered the holy wanderers On that blessed Christmas night ! Hush ! such a glory was not for thee ; But that care may still be thine : For are there not little ones to aid For the sake of the Child divine ? Adelaide A. Procter.

If I had lived long years ago and seen on Christmas night a strange star in the sky aglow I think perhaps I might Have followed close the wise men three, the little holy child to see They brought him presents-rich and rare, I would have brought one too and laid it with the treasures there- perhaps a ball of blue or else a rabbit soft and small for Him to cuddle in the stall I was not there and so you see- I could not bring Him joy That's why at Christmas time I take-a gift to others for his sake

liz thats really nice,its made me feel very xmasy.x

A Christmas Wish. 'Twill soon be Christmas, Joy, dear friend, So don't be feeling blue, I'm sure that all your friends on here Will send their love to you. I've made a special wish for you Which hopefully brings you cheer, May you have a happy Christmas And a wonderful New Year. Lots of (((hugs))) Jeff

Jeff you should take your poems to a publisher, brilliant Caz

Dear Caz, Thanks for your comment, but I have been told that it's rather expensive to get things published. Anyhow love, most of my poems are in the Lancashire Dialect and there may not be a big market for that sort of stuff these days. Still, I'm quite happy to share them with people on here and Joy seems to like them. I've done a few for her, hope it keeps her happy. Best wishes Jeff x

Thanks Tinkle, I remember that from many years ago when I was at the junior school and have always liked it. Liz.

Jeff I'll keep my eyes out for your threads Wouldn't dare miss them now!!!! Take care Caz x