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adlib
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conrose
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tvor
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Sunshine55
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tiffanys1
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tiffanys1
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Philip49
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LexieJ
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Little_Lottie
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sid_special
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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.
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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!!"
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tvor
- one more haiku
The music starts to play. My heart lifts. Coronation Street's on tv!
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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!!!!
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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!
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