An Amazing Friend!…
Scott Vickerman …
When I Think Life Is Crap, You Change My Mind.
If I Need Help You’re By My Side.
You Make Me Laugh When I’m Sad,
Calm Me Down When I’m Mad.
A Difficult Situation Seems Easier When You’re Around.
You Give Me A Hug When I’m Down,
Say I Look Nice When I Look A Mess…
No Matter Where You Are Or What You Do You’re Always Going To Be My Best Mate
Theres Alot Of Love ‘N’ Not An Inch Of Hate..
Autumn morning
Throwing open the window,
the air is cold and crisp,
yet the sun is shining.
A slight breath of wind pushes the leaves of copper and gold along the path.
In the distance, birds chirping, a dog whining.
Below, the grass crystalised with dew, a leaf falling.
Down the stairs, welcomed by the scent of fresh coffee and buttered crumpets.
Out to the shed, some chunks of wood, taken back to the house, placed on the fire,
crackling and hissing, orangey yellow, a tint of blue.
Body is warming, relaxing as the flames grow higher.
Queen of the waters!
They said you were ugly,
you proved them wrong,
after all of their bullying,
you grew to be a beautiful swan.
Gliding along the lake with your head held high,
and a line of cygnets swimming behind.
Will they meet again?
With the eyes of cool blue,
she see’s the place.
Locked away in her firey heart,
she hides all the pain.
She wants no more heartache,
and nothing to fear.
Her love for him,
and the idea of being together,
makes her heart melt with a passionate thought.
She asks for him, she needs him near.
What my parents gave me!
Alot of people say i have evil looking eyes,
i got them from my father.
They say i have my mothers emotions,
one minute i’m happy and before you know it my mood has changed.
They say my skin is kissed by the sun and blessed by the wind,
so i guess my skin tone is from my father.
I’ve been told i have a figure to die for,
i took that from my mother.
I make people laugh when i don’t mean too,
i must have my fathers humour.
I’m smart when i want to be,
i have my mothers intelligence.
It’s been said that i have my fathers piece of mind,
i’m not afraid to say what i think and i’m prepared to take a risk.
but i live my own life and i’m the one who holds the key to my heart
so that is mine.
I’m happy with what my parents gave me and the way i see it,
is they brought me into this world and they can easily take me out!
But not without a fight.
Fudge!
She runs around without a care in the world.
She looks at me with them big red eyes.
She finds some food and runs inside.
She nibbles away as if there’s no tomorrow.
She’s got little feet and a glossy coat.
She’s got a long tail and her face is sweet.
She wiggles her nose and her whiskers twitch.
Her nails are small but her ears are titch.
To us its a cage but to her its a mansion.
She’s a pain in the bum and thats why i love her.
Reason: I wrote this about my gerbil Fudge.
My friends are…
Scott’s cool
Emma’s a b***h
Smegy’s a fool
and Aaran’s a snitch.
Carl’s small
Rowell’s insane
Andy’s tall
and Sean’s a pain.
Josh is sad
Scott’s nuts
Jodie’s mad
and Emma’s a cluts.
Aaran’s a nag
Andy’s a puff
Smegy’s a fag
and Carl’s not buff.
Josh is a weanie
Sean’s a twit
Rowell’s a meanie
and me ….. well i’m just different
Reason: i wrote this for a piece of english coursework. I asked my mates if i could put what i did because they know i love them really. I got good marks for it aswell.hehe
My angel
You are my angel, and my life.
Can i be your darling wife?
I’ll cook for you and be your honey
I’ll dance for you and spend your money.
I’ll run away and leave you dying
just because you started lying.
Now you’re poor and i am rich
because you left me for that b***h.
Dracula!
I am your worst nightmare
i am one hell of a scare.
Give me your blood
and fall with a thud.
I am a dangerous creature
with an evil bat feature.
I am as dark as night
and i’ll give you a fright.
I am as dark as death
and have bad breath.
I will rise from hell
with a smokey smell.
You will scream in pain
as i tell you my name.
So be careful
I am your worst nightmare.
Loved & Missed Forever & Always.
I remember when we lived on the farm and you used to come to our house
“Richard are you coming to the pub?”
“Hey hen, where’s my pie?”
“Oright Joe, how ya doing?”
You would say hi to April and she would blush. Before you had the chance i would come out with something random, like hiya mushy peas. To which you would reply, hi Miss Mush.
Me and you would have them playful arguments where we would just call eachother weird names, like Mr Mush or Mrs Mush. The one that will always stick in my mind is the one that we had on that summers day when we were standing next to the barns where the horses were kept and i called you “Mr. Mushy pes and dog puke sarnie”. We both laughed our heads off. 
Everytime you came up it was guaranteed that i would laugh.
When my dad took us to the Railway i would stand behind you and tap you on the back.
You used to let me and Joe sit in that old red van of yours and we would pretend to drive it.
I will never forget the time you asked my mum to make you a pie, it was something you always asked and something my mum always did. Me and April would help. But on one of the days you asked it had annoyed my mum so we decided to play a trick on you. We made you a wood shaving and dog food pie, now i dont know about you but us lot found it hilarious.
I remember that New Years Eve of 2002 when you, mum and dad went to the pub. I was in bed when my parents got home. I woke up on New Years Day to find mum and dad sat at the kitchen table with tears in their eyes. When Joe and April woke up they told us to sit down. Then they explained that you had passed away in the early hours of New Years Day. I heard mum and dad cry that night.
When the phon rang i thought it would be you and when a car drove up to the house i thought it would be you. A couple of months later i realised that you wouldn’t phone or come up to the house and that we wouldn’t see you again.
Every New Years Eve and Day i go to my room and cry, while i am writing this i am crying. 
I am not religious but some nights before i go to bed i say a prayer for you.
My friends say i am mad because i talk to myself when really i am talking to you!
Christopher Mark Clegg
May you rest in peace.
x x x x x
