There was a young biker from Stow 
Who didn't know where to go 
So he sat on his arse 
and smoked loads of grass 
And maintained the status quo
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		There was a young lady from Ryde 
Who ate green apples & died 
The apples fermented 
inside the lamented 
And made cider inside her inside 
  
Also at a loose end! :lol 
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		On a 33 horsepower Fazer 
There was once a half-french hell raiser 
On the last line he's stuck, 
But does not give a fuck 
So he goes off to ride his bike rather than finding a way to make the last line rhyme with laser.  :lol 
	 
	
	
The Deef's apprentice
 
	
	
 
 
	
	
		there was a young woman from bude 
who went for a swim with no clothes on. 
a man in a punt 
stuck a pole in her ear 
and said, you cant swim here, it's private.
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		 (27-07-13, 08:11 PM)caretaker link Wrote:  there was a young woman from bude 
who went for a swim with no clothes on. 
a man in a punt 
stuck a pole in her ear 
and said, you cant swim here, it's private. 
There was once a young man of Dee 
Who stung on the nose by a wasp 
When asked "Does it hurt?"  
He said: "Not a bit!" 
I'm so glad that it wasn't a hornet! 
 
I'll get me coat...  :rolleyes :lol 
	  
	
	
The Deef's apprentice
 
	
	
 
 
	
		
		
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		There is a biker from Poole 
Who doesnt get out as a rule 
Except for bike night down the Quay 
Being seen there is the thing to be 
Each year clocks up just one hundred and twenty three.
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		Jack and Jill went up the hill 
to have some hanky panky 
Jack forgot his johnny bag 
so Jill gave him a wanky 
 
	 
	
	
Some say that he eats habanero chilli peppers dipped in oil of capsaicin for extra bite and that his pyjamas are made from Nomex. All we know is, he's called Ad the Bad
 
	
	
 
 
	
	
		Roses are red, 
Violets are blue, 
I have Alzheimer's, 
Cheese on toast. 
 
 
 
 
:lol
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		
 (27-07-13, 10:05 PM)mickvp link Wrote:  Roses are red, 
Violets are blue, 
I have Alzheimer's, 
Cheese on toast. 
 
 
 
 
:lol 
That is fukin funny LMAO 
	  
	
	
Just flapping about on this stagnant little pond on the outer rim of the internet.....yup....  :-))
 
	
	
 
 
	
	
		 (27-07-13, 05:37 PM)Dave48 link Wrote:  There was a young lady from Ryde 
Who ate green apples & died 
The apples fermented 
inside the lamented 
And made cider inside her inside 
  
Also at a loose end! :lol 
Very good.
	  
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		There was once a lady from Riga, 
Who went for a ride on a tiger 
They came back from the ride 
With the lady inside, 
And a smile on the face of the tiger!
	 
	
	
The Deef's apprentice
 
	
	
 
 
	
	
		this is my mates valentine poem. always works without fail apparently. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
roses are red 
violets are blue 
i've got a knife 
get in the van. :eek 
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		Roses are red. 
Violets are purple. 
Are you fucking colour-blind?   
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		There was a young biker from France 
Who's Fazer liked a good dance 
So a bump it did hit 
And threw him in shit 
He really had no Foccin chance! 
  
And another young fella I know 
Who's Fazer refused to go 
Where he wanted it to 
It just said Foc you! 
And now he has bruises to show! 
  
There's a moral to this terrible tale 
When riding your Fazer don't fail 
To look where you're going 
Or it's grass you'll be mowing 
And you'll wind up feeling quite frail!
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		 (03-08-13, 10:35 PM)nick crisp link Wrote:  There was a young biker from France 
Who's Fazer liked a good dance 
So a bump it did hit 
And threw him in shit 
He really had no Foccin chance! 
  
And another young fella I know 
Who's Fazer refused to go 
Where he wanted it to 
It just said Foc you! 
And now he has bruises to show! 
  
There's a moral to this terrible tale 
When riding your Fazer don't fail 
To look where you're going 
Or it's grass you'll be mowing 
And you'll wind up feeling quite frail! 
A witty old foccer, Nick Crisp 
Decided to take quite the piss 
At the failings of those 
Who ensure that his nose 
Will meet at high speed with their fist!!
	  
	
	
The Deef's apprentice
 
	
	
 
 
	
	
		 (03-08-13, 11:24 PM)ChristoT link Wrote:  [quote author=nick crisp link=topic=9110.msg92338#msg92338 date=1375565704] 
There was a young biker from France 
Who's Fazer liked a good dance 
So a bump it did hit 
And threw him in shit 
He really had no Foccin chance! 
  
And another young fella I know 
Who's Fazer refused to go 
Where he wanted it to 
It just said Foc you! 
And now he has bruises to show! 
  
There's a moral to this terrible tale 
When riding your Fazer don't fail 
To look where you're going 
Or it's grass you'll be mowing 
And you'll wind up feeling quite frail! 
A witty old foccer, Nick Crisp 
Decided to take quite the piss 
At the failings of those 
Who ensure that his nose 
Will meet at high speed with their fist!! 
[/quote] 
The London Foccers Kept Crashing 
Now there are threats of a Bashing 
They trash their Wheels 
And eat Jellied Eels 
We all find their banter just Smashing!!!!
	  
	
	
Easiest way to go fast........don't buy a blue bike
 
	
	
 
 
	
	
		Nick Crisp has been threatened with pain 
His cheering-up efforts in vain 
Trying to bring on a smile 
But alas all the while 
It was for no discernible gain!
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		 (03-08-13, 11:54 PM)nick crisp link Wrote:  Nick Crisp has been threatened with pain 
His cheering-up efforts in vain 
Trying to bring on a smile 
But alas all the while 
It was for no discernible gain! 
Though Nick's intend is hardy and good, 
This foccer's still sore, so you should 
Wait for a bit more 
For the banter to pour 
For, you know, it undoubtably would.
 
I do not want to cause damage 
To put you at any disadvantage 
Your nose stays intact, 
So with your lack of tact, 
You will painlessly hopefully manage!  :lol :lol 
	  
	
	
The Deef's apprentice
 
	
	
 
 
	
	
		Jack and Jill went up the hill  
to fetch a pail of water 
Jill the dill, forgot her pill 
and now they've got a daughter 
 
 
Mary had a motorbike 
She rode it on the grass 
Every time the wheel went round 
A spoke went up her arse 
 
Now Mary had a motorbike 
So she rode it back to front 
Every time time the wheel goes round 
A spoke goes up her front bottom
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	
	
		Mary had a little lamb 
That she could not stop a-gruntin' 
She took it up the garden path 
And kick it's little **** in.
	 
	
	
	
	
 
 
	 
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