This is 'Stokie Carl's' page. This young man drives us all nuts with his constant requests for information on the Oatcake Board. I've met him a few times and he's a grand lad with a great sense of humour. His most famous moment was when he played a superb part in the 'Virus' thread which would probably win 'The Most Amusing Thread For Years' on the board. He keeps us all on our toes but is subjected to physical abuse from his mum who 'twats' him around the head if he's naughty. At the moment, he's on bail for something he allegedly didn't do......steal a car! I believe him cus he's not like that. Heh heh. This is carl.
Here's a poem written by Carl when he was 11.
This is real poetry which would make Blake jealous.
Lizard
My Head is like a piece of sandpaper
My eyes are like canon balls.
My arms are like twigs.
My legs are like Cheetahs, ready to pounce at any minute.
My tongue is like a gun ready to shoot out at the flies.
My tail is like a sword as it swishes through the air.
Next one
Bully
He thought he was rock hard
But in his heart he was sad
He wanted respect.
Wot u think? I was 11 remember!
Cheers Carl
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Here's another one from the 'bard'. LOL.
TIGER
Hunting in the jungle
Sprinting in and out of trees
Then missing his prey.
Lying there, staring so sadly,
Looking for meat
Itching in the heat
Creeping behind his prey
Drooling, saliva dripping from his gaping mouth
Enjoying every moment, chasing his prey.
Carl