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there was a young lad from Atholl
who claimed he was large and natural
one night it was said
with Flo in bed
she said actually you have a major shortfall

Oh, I feel glad dear lad!

I look at you and you look at me
Smiles we steal while eating meal
My head over your shoulder and your shoulder under my head 
Everything seems best while just taking rest
We read and relish each others muse 
Yes, writing poetry is a must without any excuse!

23-01-2026

Premium Member The Story of a Slip of a Lad

      
       A slip of a lad 
         like an apparition
       Glides in and out
         of his own volition… 

       His graceful movements exude potential
          Surely, his existence consequential 
       ‘Til one day, for a moment unmasked
           He appears naked ~ not a single credential


Vanishing Point

I used to be
an enthusiastic lad
an energetic gad
about town
but time and tide
let me down
can't do the things
I used to do
who knew
it would come to this
with aches pains
spasms and strains
I'm running out of steam
it seems or so I've found
soon they'll plant me
in the happy hunting ground
with no midnight oil
or candle ends left to burn
then at last I'll be past
the point of no return

Premium Member The Skye Boat Song

The Skye Boat Song from Starz series, "Outlander", a book series written by,: Diana Gabalden 

Find me a lad that will give me his hand
 protect me with body and soul
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone 
He vows in the Gailic of old
Here is my heart, here is my hand, 
Here is my silver band
Love of my heart love of my soul
you're my lass and I am your man

Zionist Lad

the other day I met a cute Zionist lad in street,
he had said to me you are terrorist I replied yeah
sometime I really do, with some powerful horror


Premium Member Green Wet Dream

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

The Blag Of An Insecure Lad

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 the best 
undiagnosed mental complex 
to never admit the error you made 
diverting attention onto another 
critical of how others behave 
claiming all they cause is bother 
call them a hinderance 
but one you will help 
and with great significance 
for nothing your self 
you go from the victim treated unfair 
to the selfless hero who puts himself there 
talk of your friends who cause you despair 
and then be the reason they get anywhere 
as if you’re friends with the lowest creatures 
such stupidity of the mentally weaker 
and suddenly you appear such a great fella 
way up high all above those in the cellar 
but isn’t it so sad 
to look good they look bad 
when you are the perk 
you better the sag 
unaware that this blag 
is of an insecure lad!

Premium Member SAMMY THE GOOD LAD

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 love…

O Sammy, the good lad
is so kind and cheerful
Teaching little boys and girls to sing
with Bible verses wonderful.

*Ephesians 6:1 Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.

December 30, 2023

Premium Member Terry Lad a Fiddle Player Nursery Rhyme

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

Premium Member Epitaph For a Fair-Haired-Lad

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

Premium Member So I Asked the Lad

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 those questions
what are your mother's answers
to such questions
he paused, soon lost in the brain
before i let his wandering within go on
i told him, well young man
let me impart something of value here
if you ever meet the woman
you dream of a life with forever
never fail to know these
it is how a woman knows
you truly love her
and always remember in life
it is the little things
that adds up to the greatest
leaving Lufkin, Texas i like to think
i made a small difference in the life
of a young man watching his mother
fold and prepare my clothes
but more so the lesson mom heard
her smile as i left

   OKC   9/22

Premium Member Ard Workin Lad

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 o stiks want fillin.

A BOB and a shilling were the same value
Equivalent to 5 new pence(12 old penny's)
A tanner was 2 1/2 new pence(6 old penny's)

25/6/2022

Lad From Czech

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.

Travails of a Lad

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 bright side,
I still keep hope alive,
For where light lives,
As narrow as can be,
The dying is hopeful,
Glory to the wick,
That harbingers new dawn.

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