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  1. adlib
  2. conrose
  3. tvor
  4. Sunshine55
  5. tiffanys1
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  7. Philip49
  8. LexieJ
  9. Little_Lottie
  10. sid_special

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Top 10.   Jun 10, 2000 12:26 PM

» adlib - Poetry Contest

Greggy's article about that dear old Teddy Bear, Sir John Betjeman, inspired me. Betjeman is a favourite poet of mine. If he wrote a poem about Coronation Street it would probably be along these lines.
Libby Seekings


CORONATION STREET


"Come Mother put the kettle on, I'm dying for a cup,
The programme's nearly starting, so I'll warm the telly up".
And all across the nation, ten million kettles heat,
Power surges through the National Grid and into every street.

Behind the lacy curtains, each television's glowing,
And outside on the highways, the mighty traffic's slowing.
The nation gathers, like a tribe, around the friendly fire,
To hear the latest episode, of which they never tire.

"And what will Elsie do tonight? And what will Ena say?"
"And who will wed and who will die and who'll be led astray?"
"And who will make us smile tonight and who will calm our fears?'
"And will we need our handkerchiefs to wipe away our tears?"

The housewives at their ironing boards, the labourers under thatches,
The Monarch in her castle (they say she even watches),
The widow in her council flat, students, professors, Peers,
The nation is united, we could watch for forty years.

-- posted by adlib



Top 11.   Jun 20, 2000 12:23 PM

» conrose - My Corrie Poem

Coronation Street

I have walked the hallowed cobbles
Felt their magic in my bones
I have watched the fading sunlight
As it kissed the fabled stones.

I have met Tyrone and Toyah
Roy and Hayley, too
Les, and Ken and Spider
And have watched the filmimg crew.

But my passion for this program
Goes much, much further back...
To a tiny flickering telly
That needed quite a knack....

To keep the picture steady
The antenna we did hold
'Cos if we laid it any where
The picture always rolled.

But we always kept on watching
In those days of Val and Ken
Of Ena, Martha, Minnie
And Elsie and her men.

We followed all the antics
Of the old and of the young
Of Annie Walker's snobbery
And Ena's acid tongue.

We loved them all like family
The good ones and the bad
We rejoiced when they were happy
And wept when they were sad.

The villians then, like villains now
Played havoc with the lives
Of those who lived along the way
But still the Street survives.

Time, alas, does not stand still
People come and go
Many of our favourites
Are not now with the show.

There's Harry, Albert, Jack and Len
Lucille and Jerry Booth
Sheila, Dennis, Frank - all gone
I swear I tell the truth.

But as they go some more move in
Like Jack and Vera D.
Stan and Hilda, Rita, Alf,
Fred and Edna Gee.

We hated Hilda at first sight
What a nagging shrew!
And Stan was such a layabout
Just cadging his next brew.

Then the Duckies came along
Vera screaming shrill
Jack was a philanderer,
Out looking for a thrill.

How we fussed, "They've spoiled our street,
We don't need folks like these!"
But I suspect you know what's next...
We're really hard to please.

Because today if asked to choose
Our favourites; they'd be there
They took some time to grow on us
But now we hold them dear.

We've stayed through bad times, and through good
We fans from wide and far
Though people come and people go,
The street herself's the "STAR!!"

-- posted by conrose



Top 12.   Jun 24, 2000 3:03 PM

» tvor - one more haiku

The music starts to play.
My heart lifts.
Coronation Street's on tv!

-- posted by tvor



Top 13.   Jun 27, 2000 3:49 PM

» Sunshine55 - The Lusty Lives of Corrie!

The circle of lust
came with shuffling feet
down the cobblestones
of Coronation Street,

Sally and Kevin
were a match made in heaven
till Sally went home
which made Kevin roam,

into Natalie's arms
for a taste of her charms
and into her house
turned him into a louse,

in a fit of despair
'bout this torrid affair
he moved himself out
midst a curse and a shout,

Nat met Des
and Sally had Greg
and that left Kevin
with a face full of egg,

Now Des is dead
and Danny has Sal
and Kev is nought
but a worn out pal,

Martin has Gail
with Becks on the side
Nat had Colin
on the night Tony died,

Audrey had Sergei
and Alma went bust
now Mike has Linda
to satisfy his lust,

Jim has Gwen
who's lust is money
and Mark's grinding Linda
who is Mike's sweet honey,

but through it all
the laughter and tears
the tragedy and intrigue
the drama and fear,

we'll turn on the telly
and put up our feet
and for an hour or so
become part of the street.

-- posted by Sunshine55



Top 14.   Mar 17, 2001 2:34 AM

» tiffanys1 - Re: My Corrie Poem

In response to message posted by conrose:

-- posted by tiffanys1



Top 15.   Mar 17, 2001 2:47 AM

» tiffanys1 - Re: Poetry Contest

Its a time when you sit down
Its a time to watch the street
You sit there in your nightgown
Wondering whom you'll meet

What will Ken Barlow say today
What will Betty say tonight
What will all these characters say
This very night

Who will say what in the light
Will they shout?
They just might
Coronation street

All the boxes are turned on
All the people sit and watch
Until corries gone
What a good show

Will people be shocked
Or scared or feared
Sit down and tune in to Coronation street

-- posted by tiffanys1



Top 16.   Feb 16, 2002 8:20 AM

» Philip49 - Old Feller

There was an old feller named Mike
Who dreamed of riding a posh bike
He wheeled and dealed
across the green fields.
By philip

-- posted by Philip49



Top 17.   May 15, 2002 7:38 PM

» LexieJ - Poetry Contest

Dreaming of Love

Alone on the beach I wander,
trying to find an oasis, an escape from your memory.

You were my companion, you were my heart's blood.
I am left here abandoned, drained, undone.

Life does not seem real anymore.
Has my entire time with you been only a vivid dream?

How does one tell what is a mirage and what is concrete?

Your love carried me on wings, allowing me to soar above the clouds.

The very touch of your hand could transform my withered soul into a spirit craving life and love.

The smell of your cologne made me feel I was standing in a field of fresh roses

In your arms, I felt as though I could move the moon with a single thought, or stop the waves from crashing upon the shore.

Yet here I am, standing on this lonely waterfront,
gazing out at the gentle waves, trying so hard to still the surface.

This is when I realize that I am not in a dream.
In a dream, the waves would obey my every command.
In a dream, you would be here beside me.

-- posted by LexieJ



Top 18.   Apr 8, 2003 11:28 AM

» Little_Lottie - My Killer Corrie Poem about Richard Hillman by an 11 year old

He drives his snazy people carrier,
he thinks hes cool enough to have a maid,
his daggers and his crowbars,
dont forget his deadly spade!

He wears his snazy outfits,
his ties are so fancy,
he kills people,
including his ex wife nancy!!!!

-- posted by Little_Lottie



Top 19.   Sep 19, 2003 6:05 AM

» sid_special - Coronation Cobbles in the Soul

Curly watts went to the shops,
Whereupon he met Reg Holdsworth,
He's great- he's horrible.
Horrible the great
Like no mate, mate
Of yours
Curly says 'hello!
Two curly wurlys please.
Have you seen tortoise-face?'
Louise walks by
And she says 'my mum doesn't look like
A tortoise,
You lanky straight-haired gimp!'

Oh Jim MacDonald, where are you now?
Sorry about the accident;
Like all good soaps,
The epilogue
Ends in disaster
'Burn baby,
Burn!'
Goodbye sideboards!
And sideburns.
And gingery quiff

Ena Sharples' very nice
For twice the price
On a cobblestone
'Alright Maxime!' shouts Ashley
"Cut my hair,
Have a sausage roll,
And give me a bowl-head.
So I can feed from your
Heart of lovelud!'

Toyah is fit,
And so was Leane
And Dot Cotton dot Com
Les Battersby
Sell me
Corrie for tea
On TV!
Yippee! Tee hee!

-- posted by sid_special



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