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WillSoMysterious

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Junior Chubb is cheeky

In fact his rather geeky

With a mouth like a bum

He looks like fun

But he still looks rather freaky. ;)

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Astra O O, you are just So O

261 posts of aliens and ghosts

But it's your posts here that I like the most

For now, You might just be an apparition

but persist, and pretty soon you can have a member title that suits your imagination.

God I suck at this.

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There once was a chap called John Mirra

Who good life was getting much nearer

But with the Euro

His life's full of woe

Because he stupidly saved up with Lira

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Junior Chubb

Likes chewin' the cud

He mashes it up tight

Into bite size bon bons

Using scrapings of mud

From off his most precious

Old chelsea spikes

With such delicate grace

You can see

Chubbees not only got

The ballet technique and touches

On the green of the footie field

Oh no,

From those damp soggy days of the grey

Stood shivering

In the bitter english weather

Under the red white and blue banner

Chubbees thoughts go to warm afternoon teas with his granny

From those days on

You see

He had a plan

Chubbs is too a fine and dab hand at the sweet sweet patisseries

He serves up

Each Sunday at three

That's afternoon tea to you and me

'More tea vicar'! Chubb cries, as the tears fill his eyes

Another goal lost to off side

Hot crumpets and butter in hand

He slathers his finest concoction

And serving to all that can stomach

This over the top chelsea fanatic…with the plastic wrapping.

Edited by Blue Star
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Blue Star, my lovely Welsh Rose

I do like the words that you chose

One day we may marry

Way down in the valley

'Cos you make my heart warm when you prose

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A prose by any other name would smell as sweet :blush:

As my chubby and his sweet sweet meats… Oh is that too risky????… May be i should stop now... :whistle:

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Blue Star my beautiful doll

To me you could never be droll

It is really sweet

To mention my meat

'Cos your poem did make me just lol

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Junior Chubb is smitten in love

With Blue Star that shines above

Does she love him, does she not

Only time will tell of this love plot. :wub:

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I took the look of 007

To get some Astra00 heaven

Time will tell for this new love plot

As time is something I have got

Because I'm always open like 7-11 ;)

Edited by Junior Chubb
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The lovey dovey is making me sick

congratulate or should I just kick

The hell out of chubb for being so swarve

I hope I'm not banned for having a laugh!!

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In days of old when knights were bold

And toilets were not invented

I'd lay my load by the side of the road

And walk away contented

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In days of new when everyone knew

That Po' Battle rules existed

In Enoonmai flew with something askew

and swiftly got himself fisted... ;)

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Junior Chubb... Junior Chubb...

Drinks beer and worships Beelzebub!

need an autograph?

you'll get a snub

Brings an old gameboy to a chess club!

LOOKOUT

HERE COMES THE JUNIOR CHUBB.

Edited by John Mirra
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Mirra Mirra on the wall

Should I jump or should I fall

hold on a sec I'm told to shush

just help me john I'm being pushed

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Somethings Not Right

On this night

Good to see headlights

Shining bright.

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Astra00 they say you're a fan

of Robert De Niro you know he's the man

Ten posts less than me you need to catch up

go up to my attic I'll lock that hatch up!

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Robert De Nero? sure I'm a fan

Going up to your attic? not sure if I can.

Sounds a bit spooky, and not very bright.

I'm behind in your posts, so Somethings Not Right!

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  • 1 month later...

Roses are red, Violets are blue,

Hello my name is dave,

This poem doesn't make much sense

Microwave.

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ya, Roses are reddish and Violets are bluish

but, that old Rap ..ain't nothin newish

Hippa Hoppa . . . Hippity Hop

Sorry Brian Topp, but that Rhyme^ is a Flop!

:st

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Now lightly you speak so rightly

About Brian Topp's verse

I would post one myself

But it would probably turn out worse

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Worse-Era and worse-Era

Where is the next...

Verse-Era

i know, i know,

The spellings not great

But hold that thought

Still waters…. Run deep

The next little line

May be just the peak.

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There's just no telling where Blue star might be

Physically, mentally or emotionally

As the verse grows worse

She lets out a curse

At the results of rhyming on LSD

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  • 4 weeks later...

Junior wants to score

Not on acid, no. Not no more

it's just with his wide screen TV

His LCD

Just to watch his beloved ball

footie

He wears the shirt of olden days

The world cup of years before, gone bye

He holds on repeat, repeat, once more

But i doubt that win was really pure

A game so far back,

In 66.

Man!

That's the year i was born!

When i went ga ga goo

The cheers raised roof, in Englands towns

The world cup is far from you now

Nevermind Chubbs, nevermind

It's only a game

Remember that

Just have a drink and think of England

Make sure you hold on to your goldie looking' chain, chubbs

The balls a fix

The goalie and the ref'

is too

The game is rigged against you

I could tell you the outcome now

But then,

Well,

Where's the fun in that.

And have your hopes and dreams turn flat.

No, not me

I'll just skip and hop and turn over to BBC three :)

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Blue Star's poem is very good.

She's a talented writer,

while wearing her hood.

Nature inspires her

with the stars up above.

But her main inspiration

is cuddly old Chubb. :P

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Junior Chubb might be old and cuddly

But these UM babes just can't get enough of me

Though Astra the beaut' she lives in Australia

And long distance love can only bring failure

So please worry not, you're safe where you are

I can't say the same for your kinky avatar

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