Poems for Mika

Just so we don't get accused of spoiling other threads, here is a nice thread for your

Poems for Mika

I will start it with my poem of adoration!

I love Mika, he's so fine,

His curly hair, his granny curls,

Makes my heart go in a whirl,

The way he sings,

His underpants,

always grey and full of things

I love his songs,

the tales he tells

what a pity his bassist smells!

My Mika can do nothing wrong

his hair is curly, his legs are long

he jumps around and sings a song

and doesn't even wear a thong

Just so we don't get accused of spoiling other threads, here is a nice thread for your

 

 

Poems for Mika

 

I will start it with my poem of adoration!

 

I love Mika, he's so fine,

His curly hair, his granny curls,

Makes my heart go in a whirl,

 

The way he sings,

His underpants,

always grey and full of things

 

I love his songs,

the tales he tells

what a pity his bassist smells!

his bassist smells?!?!?

cool thread:naughty:

Here is my effort:

Once I was really obsessed,

With a boy who sang high, he was blessed,

With curly hair, long lashes and a cute little bum,

With just one look, he could make chatterboxes dumb.

I went to see him a hell of a lot,

All over London and Europe, I lost the plot.

I was such a fan girl and I’d do anything

To get a thrill and a buzz, from hearing him sing.

It’s been a long time now since I’ve said hello,

Squeezed my body into corsets and tied my hair in bows.

Been filmed on camera and sang in a queue,

Made myself hoarse and my skin turn blue.

Will I ever get a thrill again?

How much will I have to pay?

To travel Europe, to be obsessed,

It’s such a shame he’s famous:mf_rosetinted:

When Mika sings, the angels cry,

they ask themselves oh why oh why

does this angel live on earth

and not in heaven in the sky.

When Mika dances, the angels sing

He moves his hips just like the King,

But Elvis is dead, and Mika rules.

He's a great dancer and everyfing

Mika is my favourite guy

Though I admit, I don't know why

he often seems to make me cry

if I ask why, he seems to lie

but then he'll promise me the moon

and I'll be back prepared to swoon

I'll end up crazy as a loon

I think I will be sectioned soon

Umm... OKaaaaaaaaaaaaay....

I see some have been struck by the Muse this fine Friday evening...

So... do you do haiku?

You know, 5-7-5 format?

Rising discs of dough

Tossed, twirled, like small planets on

A one-arm axis.

That would be my Pizza PIE-ku haiku.

dcdeb

Umm... OKaaaaaaaaaaaaay....

 

I see some have been struck by the Muse this fine Friday evening...

 

So... do you do haiku?

 

You know, 5-7-5 format?

 

Rising discs of dough

Tossed, twirled, like small planets on

A one-arm axis.

 

That would be my Pizza PIE-ku haiku.

 

dcdeb

Sorry deb we never did haiku in school.

I never did these silly poems either so I guess I could learn haiku if I put (what's left of ) my mind to it.

Nice ones...

Mika is amazing

There is no doubt

And here at the fan club

We scream and shout

"Oh Mika" "Oh Mika"

"I love what you're all about!"

And we say that about Luke,

Even though now he's gone,

He's an amazing bloke,

Who has keyboard skills,

And can't do no wrong.

And hopefully one day,

He'll reunite with Mika.

This Fan Club of Mika

Is such an awesome place,

It revolves around Mika,

And.. all over the place...

I wrote that just now in like 4 minutes.

those were all so good! i cant compare to them, so i wont even try

These poems are really funny! Babspanky, you really are a natural.

He's the Wiz, he's kind and fine,

It's a pity he'll never be mine,

If he was mine I'd lock him up

And feed him soup out of a cup.

If he isn't keen on soup,

I'd feed him chips with gravy,

But he needn't think he's getting anything else.

He's not that special.

hahahahahahah:lmfao:

Brilliantttttt

He's the Wiz, he's kind and fine,

It's a pity he'll never be mine,

If he was mine I'd lock him up

And feed him soup out of a cup.

 

 

If he isn't keen on soup,

I'd feed him chips with gravy,

But he needn't think he's getting anthing else.

He's not that special.

I love that one

Nice ones...

 

 

I wrote that just now in like 4 minutes.

best way, don't think, just post.

Mika, Mika, you're our king

Mika,Mika, sings ring, ring

Mika, Mika, shakes his thing,

Mika mika makes us sing.

I wrote thisoff the top of my head, haha

Hilarious!!

Babs, you never fail to amaze me!!!

BTW, I was never any good at poetry, so I'm not even going to try:blink:

He's the Wiz, he's kind and fine,

It's a pity he'll never be mine,

If he was mine I'd lock him up

And feed him soup out of a cup.

 

 

If he isn't keen on soup,

I'd feed him chips with gravy,

But he needn't think he's getting anthing else.

He's not that special.

:roftl:

His underwear is small and grey,

MFCers think about it all day,

When it is green, we scream and shout

then back to grey we cry and pout

How many pairs does this man have?

If only one, we call him chav,

We dream about the day there's none

then cringe when he shakes his bum.

February 11th, was Oh so divine

I'll never forget, that jolly good time

When Mika sang, in front of our eyes

I'll dream of that day, until the day I die.

February 11th, was Oh so divine

I'll never forget, that jolly good time

When Mika sang, in front of our eyes

I'll dream of that day, until the day I die.

 

Aww, that's sweet

His underwear is small and grey,

MFCers think about it all day,

When it is green, we scream and shout

then back to grey we cry and pout

How many pairs does this man have?

If only one, we call him chav,

We dream about the day there's none

then cringe when he shakes his bum.

:lmfao:

Aww, that's sweet

I like Mika, he makes me smile and happy,

He also makes little dances happen in my belly

He makes me tingle and my head go all fuzzy

My heart beat fast and brain all buzzy

I hate waiting for this feeling, life is such a bummer,

But I could get cheaper thrills, by visiting Ann Summers

I like Mika, he makes me smile and happy,

He also makes little dances happen in my belly

 

He makes me tingle and my head go all fuzzy

My heart beat fast and brain all buzzy

 

I hate waiting for this feeling, life is such a bummer,

But I could get cheaper thrills, by visiting Ann Summers

Rabbit, rabbit.

One flash of your face

And my heart skips a beat

One note from your mouth

And my ears fly from me

A flick of the wrist

And my veins run dry

One glance at me

And I begin to cry

Sing me a song

You lovely thing

And see what will be left

Of this human being