Thought, with intelligence? When?
How about the proof?
Setting fire to where and when?
Devil, art aloof?
Fire inspiration, thy pun.
What to do for fun?
Good sense, laddie, and reason!
Fly not close to sun!
Cold fusion, thy harpsichord.
Crystal glass a-flow.
Demon -sultan, fife and sword!
Hell and Heaven, row...
Toil and turmoil, tamarind.
Dappled roes a-fly.
O Reality, how ye thinned!
Grinned the gangrel Sly!
Water of the chasm deep?
Haunts within the sleep.
Void, abyss, around step creep!
Dragons, time to reap!
Vampires, paint thy eyes black!
Do not face the day!
Spend thy life holed not in crack!
Poisonous to pay...
Coals of dark fire, sing in me!
Fling, O fancy-free!
Dynamite and destiny!
Stay awake for she...
Have a Guiness and let’s toast St. Patrick
Whether laddie, lass or old codger geriatric
A bold gent with such clout
All Eire’s snakes he shooed out
Never has there been a saint so theatric!
Robert
I am an old codger geriatric
But I will raise a toast to ST. Patrick
For shooing those snakes
Away for our sakes
He definitely was Saint Fantastic
Beryl
He rode a horse he got thrown off
Onto the ground his head hit first
In a pile of manure horses pie
On top of his head he lie
Looked like a derby hat yah!
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Laddie look like a hat he wore
But it was just a pile of manure
She was a fair black lady
At the hair dresser
The weather man say yesterday
It’s gonna be sunny and bright
Yet, when the young lady left out the hair dresser
It thundered and began to rain
Uncovered her hair got wet frizzled and fuff-up
She looked like a cotton ball, now all wet she wore a afro
Lasses look like she wearin a British hat
2/14/24
For Put Yer Funny Hats On Laddies (Lasses Too) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
Misty muted days in Scotland
part before you
making room for your own silence.
Now Beinn Mhòr's summit is under my feet
There was no spectacle,
no one to shake hands with.
Yet as I stood, shakily at the top,
looking down
upon 'Loch na Keal' far below,
I felt like a real climber.
That night back at an Isle of Mull pub
an old timer,
(a small dog at his feet),
leaned toward me.
He appeared to be blind
and used a white stick.
He politely inquired
had I gained the peak?
With some pride I declared
that I had conjured the mountain!
He supped his beer thoughtfully.
”Aye laddie,
tis good to stretch yor legs a bit,
I used to climb her twice a day
but yer see
yon wee dog is getting old noo.”
I paid for his ale and quietly left.
Mother bunny has a joyful attitude and a full heart
She has four baby bunnies just a few years apart
They are skipping, hopping, thumping their hairy feet too.
The cutest babies with enormous rabbit eyes of blue.
She is proud of her litter, they are her pride and joy.
Delighting her parents who have decided to employ.
Her husband who seemed like an immature laddie,
But has become part of the family now that he is a Daddy.
Gideon’s huge, but he is no fatty;
walked at ten months, a strapping young laddie.
Though he’s happy and grins,
I’m so sorry for him;
everyone says he looks like Big Daddy!
Florence's Taddeo Gaddi
was quite an artistic 'laddie'
Realism with the anecotal
natural storytelling was his call
Baby Rick Gets Into Honey
Sticky
Ricky
Happy Home Boy
Gladdie
Laddie
Pizza Face
Simply
Pimply
Seasonal Track Star
Winter
Sprinter
What Jiminy Got For Speeding
Cricket
Ticket
April 15, 2022
Poured a wee dram for my friend Farmer Fred.
He just kept on shaking his head.
What’s with the head I inquired of Fred?
Sit down laddie for ya might just swoon,
When I tell ya what happened to me this very afternoon.
Whilst selling my wares down at the fair,
A lovely young lass with a head of red hair,
Wandered up and gives the wares a stare.
I greeted her in my customary way.
Good afternoon lassie you look lovely today,
Might I help you in some particular way?
Now she looks up and gives me a scowl.
I judged her humor t’was a bit fowl.
I thought I might brighten her day
With a grand compliment paid.
Lassie your hair is both beautiful and grand.
Then her scowl scrammed, and she began to howl.
Called me all manner of beast and pariah.
Her face turned red as if it were on fire.
Minutes passed before her tirade did expire.
Made me regret the cordial things I had said.
I sincerely hope that lassie is never wed.
Ill tempered heifers should never be bred!
On my way to use the head,
I ran into Farmer Fred.
Now I’ll be jiggered, and I be dread,
If this isn’t exactly what Fred said.
“Ah, me lad tis time to tinkle.”
“Inevitable consequence of the beer we drinkle.”
“Now hold her steady as you wiz and trickle,
Take a good aim and try not to sprinkle.”
Then as he finished and zipped up his fly,
He gives me the famous Fred wink of the eye.
“Hurry now laddie and empty your bladdie.”
“For a wee more grog, twill make us gladdie.”
It’s been years since 9/11
they’re much older now…and grey
but they remember every moment
as if it happened yesterday:
Three old fire fighters regularly meet at the corner…
telling their story to anyone who’ll listen
They narrate with such intensity…
the sweat on their brows will glisten.
A young boy asked them this question…
(with his mother hoping it wouldn’t upset them)
“Do you keep repeating your stories,” he asked
“so you will not forget them?”
“No laddie.” one of the men chuckled…
“your thinking’s misbegotten…
It’s not so we won’t forget.” he said.
It’s so it’ll never be forgotten.”
Scottish bagpipes
breathe
the
Scotland air
are
the
splendid white clouds
and
i
said
aye laddie...go there
"What did you do in the big war, Daddy?"
(Is often asked by a soldier's laddie.)
"I'm proud you asked me that son;
I packed a golf bag and gun,
Since I was the Gen'ral's guard and caddy!"
Oh! King Brian you were fast
But I caught
You at last.
Your size
Helped with your disguise.
Of course your greenery
mixed you in with the scenery.
I was in deep thought
It had me sitting here for hours.
I love the smell of the flowers.
I noticed your movement out of the corner of
My eye
And if I hadn't been careful you could of been
Waving me a goodbye.
I was taught
And it's true
From people who have had dealings with you
You will try to keep your pot of gold.
Three wishes you'll grant.
A fourth would be ignorant
On my part.
I can do my three wishes with ease.
They come from my heart.
You get to keep your gold.
Wish one is for everyone to get along with one
Another.
Two is to wipe out starvation and disease.
Three is for every one to be happy with what
They got.
Even if it's not a lot.
I can tell you are like no other.
You have done well for some one who is not old
But laddie wouldn't you rather have the pot of
Gold?
There once was a laddie name harry
he wanted to marry but harry was hairy.
He Finally did marry to someone named Mary
For Mary was just as hairy as Harry.
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