Poems by Emma
There was a morning annoucer called john,
Who'd been obessed with SB all along,
He loved Annie's lips,
And Sunset Beach's tit bits,
And will watch it forever anon.
There was a young meglomaniac called Ben,
Whom i'd never seen use a pen,
What is his actual job,
His only asset is his sexy bod,
For pretending to do work i'd give him ten out of ten.
Tim kept reminding Meg,
That like Mark she would soon be dead,
Meg repiled! Tim don't you see,
It can't be Ben he loves me,
But when Ben killed Maria wife number one,
He decided that killing was quite fun,
And now the death count total five,
And Megs lucky that she's stil alive,
Tim has warned her many times,
But she's to thick to see Ben crimes,
For meg can only see as far as the end of her nose,
So Ben can strike her down with several blows.
Ode to Father Fit
There was a young priest called Antonio,
Who was Sunset Beach's new Romeo,
With his cute dimples,
He is not at all simple,
And at confession we'd make a cameo.
Here are a few poems by Becky
I heart Mark
I never realised until just now,
That Mark was my first SB wow,
Of course there were other pretenders to the crown,
Namely the English Ben, but all he seems to do is frown,
Ashley Hamilton couldn�t fit the hole,
So they brought in Eddie Cibrian to play Cole,
And later Father Antonio gave us all a thrill,
Of course his brother Ricardo never fitted the bill,
And so my heart will always belong to Mark,
And when he leaves the Sunset, the Beach will be dark.
Ode to Elaine
There was a lady called Elaine,
Whose daughter was kind of a pain,
She owns a coffee shop,
Which is a poor man�s ihop,
And her son Cole�s back to continue the reign,
Annie
There once was a lady called Annie
Whose sense of fashion was a little uncanny
She once chose a bikini made of whipped cream
And looked like every boy's dream
At least no-on could accuse her of being a Tranny
Alan Netherwood was inspired to write these poems
There are many many soaps
But the spot they don't reach
Or leave me not one bit refreshed
But the surf is sure up
At the Java Web sup
And the babes guarenteed to impress!
They're set to stun
With the setting sun
Meg Olivia Caitlin and co
They are truly so hot
It's the only spot
I've ever really wanted to go!
Greg makes JR seem Mary Poppins
And Olivia is tipsy all day
Annie schemes even in her dreams
It's babalicous - hey! What can i say????
There is only one Caitlan
There is but one Caitlin
Any other would be a messer
I speak of course
Of the the lovely Vanessa
With her rich golden mane
And dimpled cheek
Add her toothy grin
And I can hardly speak
Shame the powers that be
Didn't share my joy
'Cause a season or two
And they no longer employ
Her, that is - the lovely Miss Dorman
If it was me that was their foreman
I would have put up with much
And covered her ass
(If you'll pardon my expression!)
'Cause Vaness' - you got class!
I hear tell you even sing with good voice
So much talent must have great choice
I saw on the 'net you did Call Me Madam
If that don't sound good - I'm tarmacadam!
