I'm so fed up, I'm so pissed off
I'm almost as old as that Dino Zoff
He was 40 when he won the World Cup
I've done f**k all, I've been stitched up!
Am I proud? Am I hell
I feel like jumping into a dissused well
A bang and a crash and sickening thud
I'm up to my neck in some disgusting crud
What do I do, where do I go
Is there more to this? I don't know
A suicide bid that's all gone wrong
Now I'm left with an unrelenting pong.
Plight of a PA
I wait for a bus, a tube, a beep,
To take me from my street
To that place where I have a job.
Painful it is, working for a nob.
I open his door, turn on his notebook,
make his tea, an evil look,
What have I done now, to deserve such a frown?
I'm sure he thinks he deserves a crown.
I book his hotels, his flights, his whore.
Flowers for his wife, she knows I'm sure,
That he's a bastard, a twat, a dick.
My nose up his bum makes me sick.
I'm not angry, unpleasant, or bitter
But he really needs to treat me better.
He needs to remember who makes his tea
And whether that's milk in there, or really wee.
(By the way, wrote this is 2 mins - just a bit of fun)
Quote: EllieJP @ April 16 2008, 5:05 PM BST(By the way, wrote this is 2 mins - just a bit of fun)
Sounds like it's been aching to get out though. Good stuff! 
Awww thanks! 
Plight of a sausage.
I have a sausage, it's long and round,
And when I tap it, it makes a sound.
When I bite it, it makes a crunch,
I think it's burnt, that is my hunch.
Nice one Leevil.
Sandwiches and me.
I eat sandwiches they rock,
I think about them enough I touch my cock,
I eat sandwiches they make me smile,
If I couldn't eat sandwiches, I'd probably be a peadophile.
I'm shit at poems by the way...
Quote: Paul W @ April 16 2008, 5:23 PM BSTI eat sandwiches they rock,
I think about them enough I touch my cock,
I eat sandwiches they make me smile,
If I couldn't eat sandwiches, I'd probably be a peadophile.I'm shit at poems by the way...
Oh dear Paul! haha
Ellie that was ace!!
Is the whore bit true?
I love the last couplet, Ellie!
Quote: EllieJP @ April 16 2008, 5:05 PM BSTPlight of a PA
I wait for a bus, a tube, a beep,
To take me from my street
To that place where I have a job.
Painful it is, working for a nob.I open his door, turn on his notebook,
make his tea, an evil look,
What have I done now, to deserve such a frown?
I'm sure he thinks he deserves a crown.I book his hotels, his flights, his whore.
Flowers for his wife, she knows I'm sure,
That he's a bastard, a twat, a dick.
My nose up his bum makes me sick.I'm not angry, unpleasant, or bitter
But he really needs to treat me better.
He needs to remember who makes his tea
And whether that's milk in there, or really wee.(By the way, wrote this is 2 mins - just a bit of fun)
Like a verse from a Slim Shadey song. Ellie's stumbled on her vocation!
In the style of 'The Way I Am' I think you're right ian.
Quote: Leevil @ April 16 2008, 10:32 PM BSTIn the style of 'The Way I Am' I think you're right ian.
Awsome song Lee, like lots of his stuff - but yeah, exactly!
Seriously though, it'd work wouldn't it.