Two years ago the “Fruit Bowl” was new
Now we’ve posted and frued til we’re blue
We have laughed and we’ve cried,
Sorrowed and sighed,
And now celebrate its beginning we do!
Carmen created a haven for us here
Guardian decorates it with no fear *g*
We are lucky and we know
How Net friendships can grow
“Fruits” make that abundantly clear!
To think that it all began,
Because of one strong handsome man.
We were drawn by his power,
To watch "Highlander" by the hour,
And in the process we forged a clan!
Our hero was dressed in red tights,
(Which almost burst when filled with his might.)
One Fruit was dismayed,
Claiming not enough flesh was displayed.
They were removed and revealed quite a sight!!
Our clansibs are at the con
meeting that certain Don Juan
Am I jealous?
you bet!
cuz I'll never forget
when I saw him shake his bon bon!
They've left us alone at the fruit board-
They've become part of the Man's sighing hoard
They'll feel their heart beat fast,
And think that they've breathed their last-
But when you see him you feel like YOU'VE scored!
I've decided to sit here and pout,
I might cry, whine, spit and shout!
I wanted to go,
But the moola said, NO!
I wish I had more money and clout!
Another Highlander con
Where Adrian stifles a yawn
Despite cancellation
His fans' adulation
Just seems to go on and on!
Transfixed, we await his appearance
There must be no interference!
When he walks in the room
Wearing fruit of the loom
It's clear why we are his adherents!
There once were some fruits on a ship
Who dressed really well...they were hip.
They almost combusted
and boy how they lusted
as they watched those men wield that whip!
Whip Boy
He's tall and he handles a sword
He's good with a whip....I'm not bored
He can dance....He is fine
He'll never be mine
But he's pleasing some woman....oh Lord!
Just think of him all dressed in black
With those muscles defining his back
His bod has a tan
You can't help be a fan
Or just want him to jump in the sack!
(with you):)
The fruit bowl is quiet tonight
Not a nana or peach in sight
Everyone's home
wish they would roam
to the board and ease this plight!
A fruit with talent to spare
who posts anon here and there
she's mysterious and witty
lives far from the city
and graces the bowl with flare!
"It's Friday!" yelled our very own Rose
"The trouble I'll start? Why, who knows.
I am ready to party,
And be a real smarty!
Give me Duncan, some wine and no clothes!"
There once was a man (unnamed)
Who's sexual foreways were untamed.
Read the article in Playgirl,
The comments made toes curl.
"I'll play!" I'm sure many exclaimed.
While thinking of great looking men,
He pops into my head again,
He's not wearing much
He's craving my touch
I'm dreaming of an afternoon of sin!
There once was a man from Glenfinnan
Who's kilt I wanted to get in-on <-----------(OK pushing it I know)
The wind decided to blow,
and things started to show ...
And awards it woulda been winnin'
The Fruit in the Bowl were so quiet
I felt like starting a riot
I frued Duncan's face
which made my heart race
whatever he's selling---I'll buy it!
While searching for something to amuse
I stumbled upon these frus
His sensuous dance
and those tight pants
Ohhhh! My propriety I always lose!
The board is back up and I'm glad
Now Evil Wild Rose can be bad
She can drool at the frus
and read all the news
ever loving that kilt-wearing lad!
I'm still thinking 'bout Adrian's chest,
His eyes, lips and all of the rest
He makes me feel woozy
And I ain't no floozy
But I'd love to see him undressed!
I love to hear Adrian speak
His voice - well it makes my knees weak
When I hear that deep tone
I can't help but to moan,
"Without you my life is so bleak!"
As the Keeper of Duncan's Birthmark
I declare it's more than a lark
It's secret location
defies explanation
but it is deliciously dark.
On IM we chat when we can
About what? Our favorite man
Well, sometimes we digress
To deal with our stress
What the heck - there isn't a plan!
I love both Adrian and Sean
They exude such charisma and brawn
They both make me drool
And act like a fool
In their arms I'd be but a pawn!
I like it a lot, what you say,
It encourages frus all the day,
With keyboard and mouse,
Forget this old house,
I'll be happy to just fru away.
Now I've seen Adrian's tongue!
Oh, how I wish I were young
Then perhaps we'd embrace
And begin to suck face
Oh the fantasies that fru has sprung!
(in honour of Fruitcake)
Ode to the Corner
The corner is now a favored spot
Once a punishment - now it's not!
It's a place to see him
In his looms again
We're going to be bad ALOT!
Part 2
"I've been bad", she said with a grin
"so to the corner I'll go again.
I can't seem to stop
To the corner I'll hop
for a punishment I deserve" - amen!
I went to the corner for being so bad.
But when I got there, the situation was sad.
The *couch* was so full,
with fruits covered in drool,
From the frus of the half naked *lad*!
Ode to the corner, where naughty girls play.
Where many fruits like to spend the day.
So many go in,
It would be a sin,
To make everyone start to pay!!!!
There once was a girl in the boondocks,(Well, ok, "lady" but that didn't
fit)
Who longed to get her hands on DM's locks.
But the best she could do
Was to drool on each fru.
That came through to her on her computer box.
There once was a gal in the desert,
Whose Highlander vids she did treasure.
Her boys would complain:
"We missed cartoons, again!"
So another she'd watch for good measure.
Thinking 'bout Adrian's chest
Has turned me into a mess
I'm obsessed with his body
My thoughts are all tawdry
I wish I could give it a rest!
When Adrian turns on the charm
We ladies react with alarm
If directed at me
I'm sure that I'd pee
And have to run back to my marm!
Adrian Paul was a flirt
'til the lady pulled off his shirt
Now he's a-blush
But what a fine tush!
And those legs below the Scotch skirt!
Adrian, show us your chest!
Yes, it will cause some unrest
But we won't cop a feel
We'll just drool, pant and squeal
Cause your body is truly the best!
Rebecca Flynn is a prude
The fans all think she is rude
She's doing more damage
Than fruits on a rampage
It's SHE who oughtta be sued
Adrian, what is the scoop?
Are you acting or out of the loop?
We're dying for news
We'll be turning to booze
If you don't let us in on the poop!
There once was a bowl filled with fruit
Who thought being bad was a hoot
Being sent to the corner
Was seen as an honour
But the couch was the TRUE absolute!
It was night time and she was alone
AP fruing skills she tried to hone
Late at night with her "guy"
She could smile and sigh
It was all she could do not to moan!
Our innocent Adrian photo
Has now become a big nono
Oh what will we do?
Can we find a good fru
To post on the board tomorrow?
The ladies with fruit are obsessed
They need chocolate, nonetheless!
Once they are drunken
They lust over Duncan
And dream of his state of undress
The wonderful ladies of the Fruit Bowl
Who love Adrian Paul as a whole,
Like to think of their man
And fru as much as they can
And create writings of him that are so droll!
There once was a fruit named Wild Rose
Whose behavioral age no one knows...
She loves to post FRUs
And double entendres does use-
In her racy limericks and very nice prose!
Adrian's timetable is clean
Those Hollywood moguls are mean!
This man has potential
He's got what's essential
To be a big star on the screen!
Duncan's the man of my dream
Covered with fruit and whipped cream
I'd kiss him forever
In all kinds of weather
And we'd live together in a post and beam
There was an immortal named Mac
Who liked to get babes in the sack
With a wink and a grin
They'd run to hop in
And the very next night they'd be back
THE LOVE SLAVE
There once was a scrumptious young knave
Who was captured despite being brave
Now he’s pampered and fed
And it’s quite often said
That he makes a delicious love slave
It's foolish I have to agree
To be as fixated as me
I spend hours on the net
cuz I can't forget
My Highlander & net friends, you see!
Ladies of Fruit we are sweet
If AP knew us he'd think we were neat.
We are kind and sincere
lusty too (said with a leer)
yes, nobody else has us beat!
Duncan
His sword is made of the finest steel,
In bed he makes the ladies squeal,
He's fair of face
with a catlike grace
and tons of sex appeal!
There once was a nifty fruit bowl,
Full of ladies who were ever so droll.
They wanted above all
To meet Adrian Paul,
They dwelt on it heart and soul
There once were some wonderful ladies
Who could rhyme and tell stories like crazy...
And the best things of all
Were the fru's of A. Paul...
Those hot, sizzlin' pictures.... Ohhhh, BABY!!!
There once was a man from Loch Shiel
For all fruits he had much appeal
His name was MacLeod
And he remained avowed
To please them all with zeal!
There once was a Highlander lad
Who drove the good fruit ladies mad
His brown eyes so dreamy
Their thoughts became steamy
Now, no longer good, they were bad!
Long hair short hair - don't care
Moustache, goatee, or even bare
Love his dancing
his hot romancing
a man like him is rare!
When first we saw EDM's tongue
That's where our gazes all clung!
Just look at those eyes,
And hear all our sighs-
So at his feet our bodies were flung!
That tongue inspires me to write
even though I should be sleeping tonight
Its promise is clear
Know what I mean dear?
I just hope that he doesn't bite!
I really like men to wear jeans-
Loose pants are really obscene!
When I think a guy's hot-
I wanna see what he's got
Look close- and you'll see what I mean!
There is a man named AP
Who all the ladies would love to see!
Clothed or bare-
We don’t care!
We’d be ecstatic- guaranteed!
I spy a frun I like and declare "What the heck!"
I dream of nibbling to his neck
Then across his chest all bare-
But then I have to stop right there
'Cause my mind is shot and I'm a wreck!
Fantasy is sublime, I say
From daily cares it takes us away
We know it's not real
But it helps us all feel
A united sense of fun and play!
To be a woman of fruit
You can be young or an old coot
All you have to do
is appreciate fru
and love AP (a point which is moot!)
Adrian is a man that we adore
He keeps us screaming for more
if he only knew
the things we go through
to get all his fru's on this board!
There once was a Scotsman named Duncan
Who had the ladies hearts all a thumpin'
In his kilt he would please
By showing his knees...
A delight all the lasses would welcome!
That sexy man Adrian Paul
Knew that he'd seen it all
When the ladies with fruit
Tried to pull off his suit
While spraying whipping cream in the hall
While Adrian was off to the Con,
The Ladies were left all alone.
But the grocery store
Had the fruit they adore
So they feasted until he came home.
Last night at the embassy ball,
Someone there heard that Adrian Paul
Dropped a whole bowl of fruit
Down the pants of his suit.
Now he's giving away fruit - free for all!
When you go to the city of Paris
The sexiest man over there is
A martial arts fighter
Who wears skin-tight wool sweaters,
Tight jeans - and kilts! - Don't want to miss HIM! - drool -
I was trying to write innuendo
'Bout a certain Highlander fellow,
But my mind hit the gutter.
Not a word could I utter.
There goes PG13 out the window.
An obsession I said it is not!
I can't help it if he makes me hot,
He's a babe. What a guy!
See that look in his eye?
It's not something that can be taught!
The "Women of Fruit" put out a call,
For a Board dedicated to A. Paul,
Their lust was incited,
And all were invited,
To witness their glorious downfall!
There once was a guy very cool,
Seeing his frus made us all drool,
When he wore a kilt
We would all melt
And turn into knee-loving fools.
I used to be a demure lass,
Who rarely said anything crass,
Until I started to post,
On a board where ladies boast,
Of their lust for a certain guy's a**!
Dark hair, dark eyes and those lips,
Long muscular body---great hips,
He's perfection--he's divine,
I'd like for him to be mine,
In a hot tub where we would take dips!
We went to the Denver convention
To get our dear Adrian's attention
He took one look at the fruit
And started to hoot
These ladies are worth a big mention!
The security guards were astounded
Fruity ladies had them surrounded!
We had Adrian trapped
Round his wrists we had wrapped
As we took him they all were dumfounded!
He was trapped with the fruit in a room
Disaster was beginning to loom
He started to scream
We sprayed him with whipped cream
And snapped him with a Nikon zoom!
From the hearts of the Calgary Clan
Goes a thought to the Highlander man.
We admire your class -
Not to mention your.... uh, Sass (yeah, that's it).
Come and see us whenever you can!
There once was a lady from the South
Who really adored a certian Englishman's mouth
He had lips that were full
that could make the woman drool
Now, how is she gonna get him on that couch?
There's a group of women who like to fru
of a certian man, you know who
It makes our life a joy
just to see the ol' boy
Now, can someone please give me the scoop?
Women exposed to his charms,
Quite frequently faint in his arms.
When they wake to those eyes,
and that kiss, MMMMMM, surprise!
So would YOU feel any alarm?
There was a man from Britian
all the girls, they were smitten
with that glem in his eyes
and the width of those thighs
and a lap that we all wished we could sit in.
There once was a lad from Loch Shiel,
Whose kiss any lassie would thrill.
With her heart all aflutter,
All she could do was stutter:
"Hold your sword, sir? Oh gladly I will!"
The image of a chocolate-dipped man
makes me furiously have to fan
my blushing face
what a disgrace
I need to get a better tan!
Once there was a Highlander lad,
Who made everyone near him so glad
With a heart of a lamb
and the soul of a deer
As his friends, we need not fear.
Now let's go have a beer!:)
Women who post on the board
dedicated to the man with a sword
Never get tired
they're always inspired
by frus of him they like to hoard!
When hubbies are out of the way,
Us women, we sure like to play
With the man who inspired fruit,
Who looks great in a suit -
Or just rolling around in the hay!!!!
There's a man with a certian style
that can drive a woman half wild
He has a certian knack
to make us laugh
and a smile that goes on for miles.
There once was a lady with class
Who lusted after a certain Scot's ***
She was considered quite fruity
posting about AP was her duty,
And she didn't consider it crass!
There once was a sleepy tomato
Who thought it was now time that she go
To her little bed
And dream in her head
Of Adrian Paul in a speedo!!!
There once was a gal in the west
Who thought it would be simply best
To put out the call
For Adrian Paul
To join in a 'Fruit Picking' quest!!!
There once were some Ladies of Fruit
Who thought it would be quite a hoot
To become keepers of
The Awesome One's love
So they rallied forth, rooty-toot-toot!
There once was a certain Scot
Whom ladies thought was sooo hot,
With his long curly hair
It just doesn't seem fair
To have him, we can not.
Shhhh....Spicy Limericks
I can't help but think of his pecs
There once was a man in a kilt
There's a group of women who made it their mission
They need no special effects!
Those muscles have form
And I bet they are warm...
This is bad - all I think of is sex!
Who suffered from fine Scottish guilt...
When he thought of a certian lass
and the width of her ***
He buried his sword to the h**t.
To seek out a certain man who was smooth
with a smile and a line...
He looked so fine.
He used his hands and his lips to soothe
Until I gave in and dove into fly fishin'!Please refer to your map to find the next room you would like to explore.
