I want someone to write me a poem.........

do you promise to behave

Van Morrison already did....well a song anyway...

HEY........I promise to be good.........

Which song fresh????

Not again

; We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your GYPSY soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I dont have to fear it
I want to rock your GYPSY soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...


Van Morrison lyrics

you light up these pages every day
your always missed when away
days when I am feeling down
all I do is find you and there's no more frown
your a beautiful person inside and out
and loved by all and that's no doubt



ok that was just off the top of my head..you know we all love ya girl

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh thank you fresh!!!!

But I want something original.....

awwwwwwwwwwwww pam!!!!! that was beautiful!!!!

Sorry ....I don't have an origanl creative bone in my whole body!! Van Morrison was the best I could come up with.....

Gypsy, I am so ****in glad you're back again.

Thanks shutterbug!!!! That was effing beautiful!!!

Gypsy swirls and then twirls

in your face, oh what a girl

she'll have you laughing

or either gasing

but she is real

and quite the deal

we all love her

and when she left

we did not know where

but shessss, back

and that's a fact

so move on over cause

she's all the fuzz.


Welcome back girl, just of the top of my head,
hope you like it.

Noden

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! I LIKE IT NODEN!!!

dear diary, today my friend returned
from a short trip away and though she
was never far, i missed her laugh
though i could see her in a dozen and a half
images collaged
all we could do was exchange furtive
notes like conspirators in class
when the teacher was preoccupied

she was always just beyond my reach
can you not remember when the cookie jar
seemed so impossibly high upon the shelf
when you knew the special confections
that rested there or should i say
lay in wait for their next victim, Muriel?

i did remember and that is why
i smile so wide
as only true friends do
after a journey
anticipating that first hug back
and the promise of the tinkling
sound of the cookie jar lid being lifted
that is a treat





welcome home gypsy

That was beautiful Slow!!!! Muriel liked it immensley!!!!

who's the alpha?

kitty

hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meow meow said the kitty to the t*tty!!!