Best Laddies Poems

The sun kneels to kiss the 
skyscrapers
The Darkness floats above like 
clouds
And those homeless become 
accidental campers
Setting their plastic beds on the 
cold floors

These black concrete rivers
Flood with moving lights
And its banks are swarmed 
With men who’s faces lulled 
Locked in deep thought

As the night...

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It's the evening of the year
The great majestic ball.
I go along trembling with fear
No one will ask me to dance at all.

The lights are blazing above
The musicians strike up their chords
In the eyes of some, shows expectant love, 
In others,  time they can ill...

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A March unstable, April drizzles
At last, now dawns the month of May........

Children gather 'round a table
Making paste of flour, water, 
guidance from a loving mother
with pictures drawn in rainbow colors 

Pretty paper doilies landed
In the hands of lassies, laddies
Creating prizes, cone shaped fans… 

Then, quickly...

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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...

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So once again, with grim countenance, the ship sailed on with all bemoaning their woes
Till calm seas prevailed, with balmy sun, sweet zephyr song, they came to Helios' shores.
Helios, calm god of the day, smiled upon the lads, gave of his land free rein, but...

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When things don't go as planned and life seems unfair,
'Tis easy for others to rally about cheering, "Hang in there!"
As you struggle to regain your feet at any reasonable cost,
You'd rather not hear, "Cheer up my boy!  All hope is lost!"

When far from safe...

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There once lived a lady named Grace
She sure had a gorgeous young face
The laddies would swoon
And howl at the moon
She would set their lower regions ablaze


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Song of Saint Patrick

I
Introduction

Ye laddies and ye lassies, 
	Please bear my words a while,
		(I hope my thoughts, you'll hear them out,
 	That against me ye won't rile):
			What is it that yer drinkin' fer,
				The reason won't yeh say
					That you have come in celebration
				Of St. Patrick's Day?

I'm...

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She wid bustle aboot; she liked tae get oot,
        did Annie.
        She wis ayewis there; a breath o' fresh air,
        wis Annie.

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No, I did nay walk the cold harbour docks
Felt too tipsy and fell in the drink
Drank too much as the ticker in me tocks
Dead men tell no tales in the blink
Eyes patched over me hardy, yar, flows
The wine inta piss, my heart inta bliss
Rows the...

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“You lose sixty seconds of happiness
For every minute you're mad”
So damn well cheer up everybody
Things aren't really that bad

Ralph Waldo Emerson said that
While not exactly that way
Ralphie was a pretty smart cookie
So listen to what he had to say

“If you build a better mousetrap
The world...

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If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily : LXXXVI

[Note: 216,000 cases of pedophily, perpetrated by the clergy, have been recorded by the Catholic Church in France since 1950.]

If ever I had to have a country, would that it be a country where...

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FOREWORD: I have no idea if this actually works... I’ll let you decide

TWELTH KNIGHT

If you truly love me you shall do as I ask
To demonstrate your ardour, I set for you this task
I shall not make it easy to prove your love to me
So this,...

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Standing men
A child is born
Oh!  Is a boy
Father so happy
True hearts of joys 
Celebrating with him
Too many wines 
Too many meals on the table
Music on top volume 
Happy people dancing 
All because a boy was born

Standing men
Gradually the boy grow
Suddenly he grows to be
Among...

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There once lived a lady named Grace
She sure had a gorgeous young face
The laddies would swoon
And howl at the moon
She would set their lower regions ablaze...

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