Best Laddie Poems
Limerick : Once a brave laddie at Lake Loch Ness
for one who calls no one "Monster"
when the truth may not be known:
Domino X
Once a brave laddie at Lake Loch Ness
Kept vigil to catch Monster on lens
He shut eye just for once
Monster jumped in one bounce
Took pic and signed it: Loch Ness Goddess !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick
Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric
A bold gent with such clout
All Eire’s snakes he shooed out
Never has there been a saint so theatric!
Robert
I am an old codger geriatric
But I will raise a toast to ST. Patrick
For shooing those snakes
Away for our sakes
He definitely was Saint Fantastic
Beryl
Gone Fishing
I know of nothing that can happen badly,
When a man goes fishing with a wee laddie.
The poles they carry along with the bait,
Says, ‘Gone fishing early and staying late.’
When a man goes fishing with a small boy,
The lad is as happy as playing with a new toy.
We would sit on the bank and bait our hooks,
We have forgotten work, and school and books.
As we sat there alone on the bank,
Our minds seem to gradually go blank.
However, the excitement is about to begin,
A nibble and the lad will fight to the end.
At times it seems this fish would win,
The lad fights back and looks at me with a grin.
“Don’t give up the fight,” I shout,
I looked over at the lad and he had caught a huge trout.
The grin has now turned into a large smile,
This smile won’t go away for a long, long while.
“Look!” he said, “At what I did.”
I said “That’s a huge fish you caught today, kid.”
There’s one thing that I’m sure,
The lad out fished me with his lure,
Someone asked him, “Where have you been?”
He answered “I have been fishing, and I want to go again.”
©2010 Lynn B. Glover
"What did you do in the big war, Daddy?"
(Is often asked by a soldier's laddie.)
"I'm proud you asked me that son;
I packed a golf bag and gun,
Since I was the Gen'ral's guard and caddy!"
Johnnie lad ye've been me friend for more than fifty years,
Ye propped me up when I'd have fallen flat upon me face.
Ye never laughed at what I said or at me foolish fears,
And suffered through me tempers with happy smiling grace.
When I were but a laddie, Da taught me how to be a man,
And Mama taught me about Church and that 'tis a sin to lie.
But John ye taught me how to be the best man that I can,
And that theres worse things that a man can do than cry.
But its angel wings i'm hearin' now, a flutterin' up there,
I think I'm heaven bound and pray that I am right.
If I am ye know theres credit due and yours the lions share,
For I'm fair certain that I'll be checkin' out tonight.
So take me hand old comrade, and let me take yours in love,
And let me tell ye that no man has ever had a better friend.
I'll be savin' ye a place right next to me in heaven up above,
Grieve not for me laddie buck, for death is not the end.
There once was a laddie from Galway
Lassies asked if he wore green, he said, “No way,”
I’m not trying to be smart,
It’s tattooed o'er my heart
But feel free to give me a pinch anyway!
3/27/16
For the “It’s All About Wearing the Green—The Limerick” Contest
Sponsor: Skat A
There was an American laddie named McCoy,
his inventions the steam locomotives joy,
although the powers to be drank to his health,
made sure he didn’t share in their wealth.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Hattie gladly had a fatty patty.
If a bad fatty patty had Hattie,
That fatty patty would’ve made Hattie batty;
But, Hattie had a rad fatty patty!
The fad-clad Hattie is also a caddy.
“And gladly,” chatted Hattie, “I take after daddy.”
Hattie’s daddy, Mattie, was a caddy as a laddie.
But once Mattie had Hattie, a bad caddy was Mattie, and now the caddy’s Hattie.
But Mattie chatted, gladly, “Me Hattie’s a natty!”
All the laddies were gladly mad for Hattie, and turned caddy.
But Hattie’s chatty daddy chatted, now batty,
“Stray from me Hattie, laddies. Me Hattie is gladly a rad-fatty-patty-eating caddy
that took aft’ her daddy!”
NO-no!
Now-now!
Naughty naughty!
we see you
posin' poser
pretending to pump out popular poems
utilizing
sneaky glitch tricks
don't act like you don't know...
there you go
posting poems
perpetually perturbed
agitated arentchya' aintchya'?
impatient
mad man
feelin' flustered, FRUSTERRR...rated!
flippin' flabbergasted
aghast at absence
of reads
down on
knocked knees
prayin' please
time to take
matters into your own hands
start scammin' some
on-demand poetry sees
deal 'dem dirty deeds... damn
SHHHHHH...hush hush...
just as the clock strikes twelve
aww-hell,
no one's lookin'...
QUICK!
time to Logout of the Soup
swoop up your own stuff
swiftly stoop to
click click-clickin'
Looky Lucky Laddie!
pretty poem's page
is justa'
stick stick-stickin'
and
with a click-click here, and a click-click there, here a click, there a click
everywhere a click click...
Old McSoup Cheat
stole three hundred views,
E-I-E-I-O-
Oh no! (you didn't)
There once was a young Irish Laddie,
His Pappy said lets call him Paddy
since the day he was born,
twas green he has worn
and married a lassie named Maddy
Goodness knows the greed involved
Unwilling to admit, unable to proceed
Life on this fragile rock totters
For we have never fouled the nest like this
Oceanic trauma, on a voyage, east then north
Ice, blue-clean, beauty, dead before the march of black gold
Listing heavily to one side, we're taking on what used to be only water
Smug arrogance put us here
Plans within plans have failed
Ill-gotten were the riches, ill-tended were the fields
Laddie, grab a pail and bail for all you're WORTH!
Let's just all hope they're not setting the price on that too!!!!
“yeah man, call out
‘aye laddie’ to claim the
ball.” we laughed, and he
hit a grounder, followed by a
pop fly, followed by another
grounder, all thrown back to
the proximity of the pitcher.
“what’s it gonna be like tomorrow?”
I asked. “In the 70s...I haven't hit
since last spring.” Some clouds
loomed overhead and my hairs stood
on end. He hit a short one and paused,
“What are your dinner plans? I
got a few pizzas in the freezer.”
“Wow, that’ll be great weather for the
frisbee tournament then.” The ball
tuckered out of my glove. Dammnit.
He cranked out another one, and the guy
out left managed to haul it in,
“Aye laddie!” The sun peaked out
a bit, and I saw where the clouds
would end for a time. “Aye laddie!”
That one, I caught.
Reds and oranges over the trees, and
none of us believed in sun sets.
In thee life
You had brought down your enemies,
With the sharp, pointy knife,
That you'd be wonder all the centuries.
In thee life,
You'd be there to learn the way,
Or die trying,
You'll somehow learn a day.
In thee life,
You'll see;
What life has taught you to be,
A malarkey laddie,
Whose never stop trying.
In thee life,
You're always a learner,
Don't stop and Fyffe,
as it won't help you become a Philosopher.
Baby Rick Gets Into Honey
Sticky
Ricky
Happy Home Boy
Gladdie
Laddie
Pizza Face
Simply
Pimply
Seasonal Track Star
Winter
Sprinter
What Jiminy Got For Speeding
Cricket
Ticket
April 15, 2022
THE LONGEST DAY
It’s an astronomical fact little-known
That New Year’s Eve nineteen ninety one
Was the longest the record will show.
The sun set in the west at Heathrow
As our plane to Canada took off, filled with zest.
The plane’s speed built up and sun rose again in the west
And it hovered above the horizon – did not deign
To dip till Edmonton, when it set again.
Hogmanay Eve 34 hours long: bliss for a Scotsman.
Over Iceland some guy in a kilt began
To stride the aisles playing a bagpipe low.
High over Greenland the malt began to flow
Freely from the baggage racks in the plane:
The racks are high, the Scots are higher again.
Dinner over Baffin Bay is a formality:
A slight slowing in the rate of alcohol hospitality.
The Italians wake up over Ungava -
It might just as well be Java -
And begin munching their salamis rather than
Have them confiscated by the customs man.
Bagpipes seem to gain in volume
Eight miles up, over Uranium City’s gloom;
And at last, as the speed drops
And the sun sinks behind the Rockies’ tops,
The “Highland Laddie” falls asleep,
And so does his bagpipe. Not a peep.
Plane is filled with blissful silence
As Canadian Hogmanay makes its entrance.