Woohoo Cm's, A Must Read.

They are the woohoo cm's, they keep us all in line
share the jokes, play cg games, all for free they donate their time.

These wonderful cm guys, they're angels, every one of them
offering to pc any player who's down or has a problem.

But enough of this creeping rhyme
it's not what you want to hear
all you want is the goss and the grime
so read on, all will become clear.

Times are hard and money is tight, so what do the cm's do
they organise a good old food fight.

They gather together in the ring, well it's more of a square
skippy removes all of her bling, and bess?, well off comes her hair.

they take their places, yes they're almost ready
omg draz, do you really need your teddy?.

The cm's are set, the foods all there, they're waiting to begin
I just spotted clover, she's staring at kerrys chin.

They wait with baited breath for the cm refs bell
to begin the food fight, who will win, only time will tell.

Ding, the bell goes, they grab the food, anner is first to lob
an over cooked pasty flies through the air and smacks kerry in the gob.

Cuddle is next, shes found some worms encased in a piece of beef
which is chucked over the heads, coming to a halt in poor little clovers teeth.

By now the fight is in full swing, it's a free for all, oooohh I say
zoze throws a bucket of foul smelling liquid, and it's heading cherrys way.

But cherry she's not worried, well she is the boss of them all
she thinks she is invincible, oh dear shes heading for a fall.

With vomit soup, and some of yesterdays curry, being poured down skippys back
not quite the beauty treatment she wanted, poor thing shes taking some flack.
A mouldy pork pie flies through the air good grief, who will it hit
with cm's darting out of the way, only one left, you've guessed it, yes our cherry pip.

With smelly fish, greasy chops and custard pies a plenty
foods being flung from side to side, the pots are looking empty.

Now bess has an idea, she jumps outa the ring, and into the locker she roots
to pick up her prized posession, a pair of shiney kicking boots.

Bess decides the time has come to pass
to end all these shenagins and go kick some ass.

But she had not realised the ladybeast was there
with thigh high boots, cufflinks, a whip and an evil stare.

This food fight has gotten outa hand, cherry, best put on your managers head
and sort out the nawty cm's and send them all to bed.

But before you do that, the ref decides who wears the winners crown
but just who is who?, oh heck they need a good hose down.

At the end of the fight a winner is picked, this was no easy task
as the only one left standing is wearing a monkey mask.

To end this rhyme, I offer you all a task
you pick whose won, that is all I ask.

This was written with love, admiration and appreciation to all woohoos cm's who do a cracking job.xx

Apologies to cm_mags and cm_bookme, and any others i've missed out, yes u are the good ones, someones gotta keep the bingo games running whilst the others are frollicing all day.xx ty for your comments,xxxx

i love this one didi too well done

lol love it

havent laughed so much in ages ty didd put a much needed smile on my face keep it up xxxxx