Best Lass Poems

A Constanza (in Connie's own precious poetry form) written in tribute to this amazing friend and poet:

A lass so beautiful is she,
and like a dear friend I recall,
she brightens our world, for she’s Fall!

Like golden leaves on friendship’s tree -
when spring, then summer, we see...

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A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;
once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.
She fled the curse of worlds perverse by shooting shots of dope,
and stalked discreet’ Asylum Street her daily horoscope.
The stray was struck by...

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When I was a lass, we didn’t have much
Funny how we liked it though, just as such
We played in the street with a whip and top
In the school playground on a hopscotch we’d hop

Streets were quiet ‘cause there weren’t many cars
Falling off our bikes to...

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Along the harbor shores at Gammel Strand
where other costumed fishwives ply their trade,
I trudge along the cobbled Danish dock
and barter with the catch to earn my pay.
My voice is harsh and roughened by the chore,
when once my petticoat was pink and lace,
yet now it reeks...

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Food, ale, smoke, sleep, and solitude—
     these are the things which I live for.
Provide for me lamb barbecued, 
     and I'll demand of you no more!

O lovely lass, whatsoever's the matter—
     why so...

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There once was a young lass named Mary,
Whose lips were as sweet as a cherry.
Boys lined up to kiss her,
But then they dismissed her,
Cause Mary was just too darn hairy!


3/22/14
For Andrea' s Perfect Limerick II...

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Nay greet for me, I yet live   
ne'er was I a bairn to ye
mind me ere  I once were    
when drouthy neibors met            
t'were to tak a dram...

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I want to go across the sea to Dublin.
Immediately is when my journey must begin.
There is a pretty Irish lass waiting for me there.
She has cool blue eyes and lovely red hair.
Here in the states, I miss her all the while.
The lady waits for my...

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Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig on the dykes
N a split ma poor wee heid

Fae Glesga to Fife
Wiz where we went
To a flat in Methil
That ma maw goat fur rent

To skool a went like
A scaredey...

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There once was a lass from near Brampton
Who felt she was "God's" most holy high gun
   It turns out she was mistaken
   Those she stalked quite unshaken
Her vile and vicious quips were quite undone...

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A Devon lass was Mary Read,
Raised as a lad the pirate queen,
All for her mother’s wish to succeed,
To the world a boy was she seen,
Elizabethan trews were her screen,
So male in dress, in thought and deed.
A Devon lass was Mary Read,
Raised as a lad the...

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Across the green meadows over the deep blue sea,
I will wait for my bonnie lass to come back to me.
She promised me that she would return with the summer rain,
She's been gone for so long my life is not the same.
When the moon is full...

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Limericak crochetés:  Once a shy lost lass so-called Orga-San

Once a shy lost lass so-called Orga-San
Had much difficulty getting what you can
	Heard of fly-catcher
	Good at swatting lair
Gave him a lift bare-back over Japan

Trouble he wouldn’t get off Mama-San
She went without doing what on bed-pan
	Right over...

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There was a sweet lass from Sassafras
Who each morn rode a large burrow to class
          But once after school
          Near killed a fellow pupil
Who remarked on the...

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I wish I were in valley far
Where heat and sand lie 
Deep, for there lies down 
My true love’s heart, in sun 
And shroud to sleep

And when the trumpet hails 
Good men, and horse from
Golden hay; it’s then that
We will meet again and 
Frolic in...

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