Rose's poem for Clive
as published on eStar's Clive Robertson Message Board
 
 

Rose's
Mambo Number Clive
 

    A little bit of Ben-Ben in my life

    A little bit of Derek-Derek by my side

    A little bit of Evans is all I need

    A little bit of Clive is what I see

    A little bit of Ben-Derek in the sun

    A little bit of Derek-Ben all night long

    A little bit of Clive here I am

    A little bit of CBD makes me your Gal
 

Sheila's Response to
Creatively Dirty Minds on this Pure List [BML]
 

Lust is the word that makes us ponder,

How can we have Clive we have to wonder?

Libby is lucky there is no doubt,

All we can do is look and pout.

Susan is coming soon now you'll see

We'll all be happy and shouting with glee!

Ben and Meg will show these gals how,

Too make love and mean it, OH BABY NOW!

I'm gonna miss Derek this is so true,

But I'm ready for Ben how about you?

I'm not a poet unless it starts with Nantucket,

If I had Clive I'd really......

OOPS, gotta go now!

A Nanny Calling Herself Tess
by Rose
 

A nanny calling herself Tess

appeared out of nowhere

to make Meg-Ben's life a mess

Seattle, she claims to be from

spending quality time with Benjy

while Maria upped and gone

Coaching Benjy on the sly

Feeding Meg's insecurities

Lie upon lie upon lie

Maria, we're best friends

When your missing years return

We can chat again about fashion trends

Seriously, don't give up on Ben just yet

You belong together forever

and Benjy is our bratty meal ticket

Now, I have Benjy under my spell

nd Tim smitten with me

Oh, Derek, you have taught me well

    There was a young man from Nantucket
    who fell off the wagon with a bucket
    as he threw his entire future away
    when caught cheating on his wedding day
    This young man left for the Beach
    attaching himself to her lady like a leech
    despite her lady's obvious unwavering eye
    to one adorable, handsome British guy
    Alas! This young man is still at the Beach
    even after all the hard lessons a fall can teach
    as he continues his relentless pursuit
    of the lady who never tires to give him the boot
    This poor imbecile man from Nantucket
    creating all of this unnecessary racket
    Spare us your slob, go back to the farm
    Maybe back there the cow you can charm

"Stir the Snake Pit"

  Topic: Maria, Meg is my Forever Special Occasion
  Topic Posted by: Ben
  Email: In Meg's Arms
  Date Posted: Fri Mar 19 3:26:44 1999
  Additional Comments: I appreciate your poem, really I do, but I do not want to go back to the past. I told you that. I
    don't want to hurt you, but you keep making me say this. So, I wrote you a poem too.
 

               Maria, Meg is my Forever Special Occasion

                 My gift is Meg, wrapped in a glow that's true
                 I make my home in her arms. I live for her
                 Nothing else can compare to what we share
                 We live in a world of our own
                 There's so much love between us
                 Meg is my life. I can't live without her
                 I wouldn't even want to try.
                 What would I be without her?
                 I don't even want to find out, so I make this toast to her.
                 Meg, you are what I celebrate, like a never ending holiday.
                 Meg is my FOREVER SPECIAL OCCASION
                 What does she mean to me?
                 Only the very air that I breathe
                 Nothing would mean a thing
                 without her in my arms
                 If I could suffer her pain
                 I'd gladly hurt in her place
                 My love for you was not the same
                 and not worth much of anything
                 My devotion to her will never change
                 All I live to do is to pay homage to Meg
                 Meg is what I celebrate like a never ending holiday
                 She is my forever special occasion
                 that never ending holiday
                 She's my Christmas, My Valentine, My Easter, My Birthday, My Anniversary
                 All of my never ending holidays
                 I am sorry Maria, but Meg is my everything. There is no going back even if the kid is mine.
 

  Topic: The Creation
  Topic Posted by: Ben Evans
  Email: In Meg's Arms
  Date Posted: Sat Mar 20 19:54:06 1999
  Additional Comments: I wrote Meg another poem. It's sappy too, but I'm just a sappy kind of guy. It's a rip off of James
    Weldon Johnson, but I never claimed to be creative. Just inventive if you know what I mean. I wrote Maria one too,
    but I don't think that she would appreciate it, so I am going to save that one.
 

          The Creation by Ben Evans

                 On the 1st Day - The Big Guy created the world and said "that's good."
                 On the 2nd Day - He created Meg and said "that's very good."
                 On the 3rd Day - He created me and said "All Right."
                 On the 4th Day - He created the garden of Eden and said, "hmmmm."
                 On the 5th Day - He put Meg and me in the Garden of Eden and said, "I wonder what they will do?"
                 On the 6th Day - Meg and I got busy in the Garden of Eden and he gave us a high five and said "Looking Good!"
                 On the 7th Day - He had a cigar and said, "I'm done. I've created prefection".
 

  Posted by: Ben Evans
  Email: In Meg's Arms
  Date posted: Sun Mar 21 1:08:29 1999
  Message:  Calm down. I didn't mention God, you did and I didn't say what he was was doing with the cigar, but you
    decided that too. But that's okay. Even with your jaded definition of blasphemy, I understand. I got the feeling that
    you didn't like my little poem. It broke my heart, so I put pen to paper and stole another one just for you. I   hope
    that  you like this one better. It's called the "Look of Love In Meg's Eyes." I've got to get me a book to keep  these
    things in.
 

                Look of Love in Meg's Eyes

                 The look of love, it's in her eyes
                 the look her smile can't disguises
                 Her look of love, is saying so much more than words could ever say
                 What her heart is saying, It takes my breath away
                 I can hardly wait to hold her, I want to feel my arms around her
                 I have waited ever so long, just to feel my arms around her
                 I don't ever want to see her go, that's why I keep saying
                 The look of love that's on her face
                 That old time look of love that can never, never be denied
                 Meg will you be mine? Please say that that you will be mine
                 Let this be just the start of so many nights like this
                Let's take a lover's vow, I bet we can seal it with a kiss every time
                 I can hardly wait to hold you, I want to feel my arms around you
                 That look that's in your eyes, you naughty girl
                 Makes me beat my chest and smile and grin all the time ha, ha.