Best Roon Poems

Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune 
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a well-crafted spoon
   
Scented laces nestling in furrowed moon
Binding corset ballasting each...

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Nature's, anesthetizing beauty held 
tightly in escrow
'Til on tendered form its heavenly 
charm can bestow

Fair maiden strides through 
manicured meadow
In her lovely essence, the enchanted 
flora doth wallow

Overhead, azure canvas paints a 
regal halo
Her satin cheeks radiant in Helios's 
afterglow

Beneath, green clover spreads its 
downy...

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Wur in RE an the nuns are gien                    
oot sweeties, fur getting the kweschins right.
Three oota three, then she’s askin mae who Jesus’ mither is.
‘Ah doan’t...

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Devonshire tea with Peter an' Beryl, beware,
it's no the fact that Peter disnae care.
But 88 years doon the track o' life,
an' 84 years fur Beryl, Peter's carefree wife.

Ma Bonny wife Gillian an' this Auld Yin,
oot fur a drive wan day, fur a wee wee spin.
Gettin'...

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Gang awa frae tha Glen
Tae a fearsome place;
Where tha darkened souls
Hae na gleemps o’grace.
Where tha work must fit
A new tongue and race.
Gang awa frae tha Glen for a wheel.

“Tis for certs He has ca’d
Ye, and ye must roon;
Tae a land o’ plagues
And o’ blastin’ sun,
Where...

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A dinae ken ma purage frae ma ale
Ma heed is burlin roon, a canae stan’
A’m no the yin tae swalie toast sae stale
an’ cannae yet get up withoot a han’...

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Refined dame with polished frame
Strewing rose petals from lofty pedestal
Sparkling eyes from which stardust flies
Bright smile spindling on embroidered dial
Pallid face shrouded with humble grace
High cheek bones with sculptor's chisel honed
Coiffed strands of hair so De Rigueur
Elegant neck sharing femininity with regal dignity
Voluptuous bosom with...

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Tak a swally wae mae will ye?
toast tae a life goan past
tae a wee lassie pure et last

Am no gonie lie
ets time fur her tae die..

So swally doon yer whisky son
goat a joab tae be dun

we'll fuk her err
wack er roon the heid
til she's deed
shes...

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Im dancing roon the kitchen, the music is ablast, Ma table is a buzz of life and i am not 
harrassed. You see i have five angels who drive the neighbours wild, but in my eyes there's 
nothing better than the laughter of a child....

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Sailin doon the watter,
Frae Glesga tae Dunoon,
Wae the paddles at thur fullest,
We'd get ther awfy soon,

The music played as we stood on deck,
An the sights so much tae see,
Doon past Dumbarton Castle,
A magic sight tae me,

Sailing past Helensburgh,
An roon the bend,
We could see the Holy...

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Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.

Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To get their brides leap over the strand
The brunt hills in search of...

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Canny remember this Lass's name,
but fur the poem's sake let's assume she's Jane.
'Jane ' this per wee soul had fingers lighter than a blidy feather,
aw things within her sicht yea had tae tether.

Wartime is no jist a time fur wurry or sorrow,
Certainly no fur Jane,...

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Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.

Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To get their brides leap over the strand
The brunt hills in search of...

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The room is cleaned up
and because it is saturday
the sheets are linen
pure, white and steamed,
the dinner is a banquet
and the dessert is an apple pie


So, she lies on the bed
and he, on the top of her
and because it is a holiday
they have closed the office
they...

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Far tae the North hidden alang Moray coast,
Therr bides a little toon o which yin can boast. 
Wi a rid phone boax in pride o place mak a call tae freends an aa. 
Nae thing tae spile the view ower grey blue sea reflecting azure...

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