Best Lassies Poems

The tulips in the vase, 
   a clan of lassies fair.
      Their buds they hold the gold, 
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In a small grassy field
With the trees all around
There's a fairy ring ancient and old
And at times you can hear
Perfect echoes of sound --
'Tis the...

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Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure...

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DOGGIE ART
Poodle
Doodle

          HAPPY LASSIES
          Jolly
  ...

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Written by Maurice Yvonne and Seren


Crack that whip, jerk the line, 
Let's start dancing it's no time to dine. 
First you holler, then you sing...

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where frozen embers still burn
my doctor says is a thing you earn
i ask him if it is a large mass
as he quietly looks up my...

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Jock always wore a sporran and kilted
Wore a clan tartan hat that looked quilted
But couldn't cope with the stares 
And so now trousers he wears
Cos...

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Don Christmas socks and ugly sweaters, All.
‘Tis not the season for your being shy.
Come jingling to the Worldwide Christmas Ball.

Let not your woes cast over...

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Leftover wine

Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world...

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In space, I fail to mete my worth
          Whene'er I look back at my Earth
 ...

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The archers’ line was straddled,
By many a shapely calf.
The Marshall called the nocking,
And winked at the pretty lass.

The Maiden drew the bowstring back,
To her ruddy...

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O'er the undulating prairie where grows soy beans and corn,
Generations of premier basketball players have been born.
The Hoosier State of Indiana, where budding talent is...

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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...

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There is a story of four musketeers 
French history would have you believe,
But no it’s not true they are Brits through and through
With a welsh...

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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...

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