Lad Poems - Poems about Lad

There was a lad from Dublin So sad he wanted some lovin’ He fell asleep in class Woke up to deep laughs His wanker tall hot as an oven...

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'Twas the night before Christmas quite a long time ago I was nestled snugly in bed with my brother Joe The stockings were hung neatly on our footboard rails While we dreamt visions of Barbie’s Dollhouse and Motor Maniac trails Mom and Dad to make it our special day Sat with our gifts, wrapping papers, toolbox and a...

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Ignorance doesn’t ask questions, thinks it’s weak to be confused reliance on interpretations doesn’t second guess the clues arrogance shows what it knows communicates itself with vigour as if surrounded by those slow to demonstrate their brain is bigger the ignorance that lives in bliss the arrogance to know what is the brazen need to be...

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Sammy, the good lad does enjoy the Summer days He helps his parents in household chores obeying* them with smile always. Sammy, the good lad is rejoicing in the Lord He joins the annual Summer camp to have fun, and read God’s Word. Sammy learns to pray with faith to the Saviour up above That in Summer vacation he can share more gifts with...

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Terry Lad a fiddle player plucked his fiddle with his bow And whenever he raised again the cats would lull endure. They followed him good and gay that wasn't very cool. It made the stray dogs prolonged a bay to hear the fiddler play. 5/10/2023 ...

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Here lies a fair-haired-lad who ran like the wind Loved both his parents never once sinned Made one mistake he fell for a nun She trimmed his blonde locks ~ no more could he run...

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How sad it was to watch that boy, Who in his hands, ne’er held a toy, Walked aimlessly, a subdued child. He mostly trudged with his head down, If he looked up, it was with frown. He took the same route every day, which led him past a barn with hay. the farmer childless, his wife had died his farm his...

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so i asked the lad he was at work with his mother she manages a laundromat where one may only need machines but there is a service of clean and fold for us single elderly gentlemen what is your favorite candy bar snickers he replied and what flower is your favorite hmmm.... i like roses and when is your birthday another answer fulfilled now said i of...

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Bloomin Eck,Bloomin Eck ! I just got mi-sen a job. A mista wants his coal in, An offed me a bob. He told me if a hurry up, A can chop some stiks an all. But if tha wants another tanna, A gorra mek um small. He watched me gerrin coal in, He anded me a shillin. If tha wants that extra tanna lad, Them bags...

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Manchester Lad by Robert (Bob) Moore We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK till one day, our...

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There was a conservative from Czech, Who loves anything tech, He made a robot, From a material called cobalt, This attacked and killed the man of Czech....

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The young lad enjoys no affection, Zero attention, nothing but total neglection His mind often travels back in time to the moment he asked her out after a heartfelt confession, Considering the state of things, he often wishes it'd just been met with rejection The young lad once thought love to be perfection, Now however, he sees love as...

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These umpteen times I sought for answers, These many days I searched for a respite for my unwavering troubles, Clouded was my journey, Foggy was my pursuit, I ascended the ladder to the Divine, More were my assailants, Was I born this way? Was I crafted for this? My questions, My inquires, None has answers to, Somewhere inside the mystery, I still look at the...

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A Lovelorn Lad From Camaron A lovelorn lad from Camaron pledged his darling the earth and the moon When she demanded them now along with a cow He fled to the nearest saloon ...

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A Sensitive Lad A quiet sensitive lad named Fred had an ego so fragile it bled his great genius and vision were met with derision so spent the rest of his life in bed ...

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