afternoon answerbankers

[zzxxee]

this is a do what you like thread tell a joke
post your fav poem
share a memory ............whatever you like
over to you !!! x

[yogi-bear]

Can i say that Rhubarb and Spam rules forever.... and should be eaten daily by the entire population of the world, lovely zzxxee? xx

[zzxxee]

what together yogi???

[rowanwitch]

A romantic poem for you then zzxxee

I woke to the sound of breathing, None but I were in the room.
I heard its susurration, In the early gloom
I heard the faintest heartbeat
When I closed my eyes against the day
It was though I heard you sleeping
A hundred miles away

I sent my spirit flying along the sound’s sweet track
I sent a kiss, a whisper, knowing it would not come back
I heard your dream self answer
I heard your gentle sigh
I felt your heartbeat quicken
Knowing I was nigh

I woke to the sound of breathing, before the light of day
And the soft sound of your heartbeat a hundred miles away

[ummmm]

Haven't heard a better joke since this one zzxxxee...



Got caught bashing one out while sniffing my mates sisters knickers yesterday.

Wouldn't have been so bad but she was still wearing them at the time...

He went fcuking ballistic...!!

Made the rest of her funeral very awkward for both of us.

[zzxxee]

thats lovely rowanxx i couldnt top that except....
beans beans
good for the heart
the more you eat
the more you fart
the more you fart
the better you feel
so lets have beans
for every meal !!!

[zzxxee]

naughty ummmm but oh so funny !!!

[snags]

''Haven't heard a better joke since this one''

My Mum didn't appreciate it... however, her reaction made me pmsl...

[ttfn]

Hi zzxxee x - I wouldn't dare it would get me banned quicker than any you have seen before.

[ummmm]

Laughter is the way forward snags :-)

[yogi-bear]

The rhubarb in a crumble, zzxxee, with custard......and the spam with egg and chips.........together would spoil the overall experience, but it all goes down the same hole, so maybe it should be tried :0) x

[mccfluff]

i;ve got a weird craving for stuffed sweetcorn kernels

[zzxxee]

why not yogi spam crumble could catch on x

[Bbbananas]

My Motto for today is:

"Stop putting your wishbone where your backbone should be....."

[zzxxee]

lol at snags and ttfn

[ummmm]

Salla...you remember wishbone? He sent me a message today :-)

[rowanwitch]

because it will soon be here

dEAR Father Christmas
Please send me
A different family to sit round the tree
A sister who cooks and sips at her wine
Who sets a beautiful table when we sit to dine
A man of the house who does not belch or fart
Or has raised noisy snoring to the status of art
Don’t send A mother who’ll shift gallons of port
And sees Christmas time as Competitive sport
Don’t send me Cousins with hankies and socks
That have been doing the rounds since before there were clocks
Send Elderly Aunties who don’t wee in bed
Who help with the cooking and clearing instead
Send me some children Angelic and sweet,
The sort who’ll make green Every mum in my street
Send me a granddad with a real santa face
And a granny whose teeth stay in the right place
Who doesn’t wear makeup and skirts to her elbow
And only drinks snowballs from my best crystal glass
Send me dog that will sleep by the fire
That doesn’t slobber or dribble Or show legs his desire
A cat who just never would lick his own bum
And Snow fresh and clean Not slushy grey scum
Send me a Christmas with a family fit
Better still send me away out of it.

[zzxxee]

i like that salla i might steal it for my fb !!!!!!

[ummmm]

Wishbone....I miss him..

http://www.theanswerb...g/Question820049.html

[Bbbananas]

Ummm - can't remember a wishbone on here.

zzxxee - you can't - it's gonna be mine mine mine. I shall sue you for plagirism....!

[Mamyalynne]

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired

and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other people's gardens

and learn to spit.



You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

or only bread and pickles for a week

and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.



But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

and pay our rent and not swear in the street

and set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.