Pays the license of the T.V,
Best described as the guy from O.C.
He comes from Essex but don't judge him on that,
Brings us free chocolate to make us all fat.
Got a blister on his hand from cutting grass,
Hit by a car and hit his fat ass,
But still got up and partied all night,
Supplied pirate DVD's that don't look quite right,
He managed a bottle of Vodka one night at the guild,
With useless knowledge his head is filled.
At kareoke we realised he could sing,
Spends all his spare time with his better half Ting.
What he's on about, no one knows,
But the only thing we'd change is the length of his toes.
Dave
Flowing locks and Pantene Pro - V,
Spends Sunday evening watching O.C.
If he borrows your Pesto he'll make it alright.
Takes time on his coursework, sits there all night!
He is the champion as we all know,
Left the best floater in the toilet below.
For that turd just would not flush,
Placement applications he will not rush.
Comes from Leeds which is almost tribal,
Imparts wisdom from the Bible.
His culinary dishes have little variety,
But he's our housemate in the music society!
Josh
The original wingman, lives on the ground floor,
Has moments of rage, destroyed his own door.
The DJ of the house with all his CD's,
He didn't waste money, they were all freebies.
An emotional guy who thinks a lot,
No mercy for birds, a Magpie he shot.
Made his name on Lawrence Long Side,
He's got a baseball bat - time to run and hide!
Champage, Cigars, Doritos and Port,
"Alright there mate" he will often retort.
Always a talker, work, rest or play,
The guy's unique - True Say! True Say!
G
I don't think there will ever be a day when he never sings,
Despite all the sadness and depression it brings.
He's an honest guy and looks after us all,
He always makes me feel five foot eight tall.
Whether it's playing Football in the 'hole.'
Or eating biscuits on the stroll,
Or staying up all night, listening to music.
He's the man 'cos he never tries to prove it!
Be it Tekken or Pizza Hut he wins every time,
Even though his driving is often a crime.
He's taught us self control and how to respect,
Billie Jean dance moves and how not to neglect.
He likes the odd film, now and again,
Comedy, action and epics, just like him!
Mark
When he was born they said he'd be unique,
But along came his twin and we branded him a freak!
Found fame at the Uni scoring for the thirds,
Spent a busy Freshers week, hunting for birds.
Likes to sing at Larry - Oke in harmony,
Supports QPR who belong in division three.
He's a sound lad from a town called Thame,
Efforts to down a birthday pint proved quite lame.
If he's not in our house he's in Lakeside,
Whopped by the first team but took it in his stride.
Spends many hours unblocking his bath and sink,
Turns Sarah on with a cheeky smile and a wink.
Likes a pint, kebab, or beef from a Cow,
Everyone says "Mark, he's so hot right now!"
Lee
The first mate I made when I got here,
We've shared Sambuca, Martini and many a beer.
From downing egg cups of Jack Daniels and Milk,
To us being sick on ties made of Silk.
He takes the piss when I'm in the shower and sing,
So I got my own back and put his arm in a sling!
Lee's got me out of many scary moments,
And at FIFA he's one of my favourite opponents,
He's only beaten me five times in two years,
And when he's not here we cry many a tears.
And as a thought, one about Ant from Josh
He is a fat bastard I often called him,
A man based on Pizza, full to the brim.
Despite that he is quite short,
A man of wisdom, care and thought.
Longs to find the love of his life,
But would rather have a Beer than find a wife.
Too lazy to wake up - nothing better to do,
So pisses us all off and plays morning blues.
Easily angered by that Geebus,
So smack him straight and level, right where it hurts.
Not easily put down,
Never one to frown.
He sure does make us laugh and cry,
He is always a listener, though never one to pry
A fella in every right,
Ever single day, every single night.
