there is a young lass named Tracey
who always wears a solemn face
whenever asked why
she always replies
to keep the lusty lads from first base
Categories:
lads, humorous,
Form: Limerick
My days are numbered now,
Since I married the greedy sow.
She thought it was funny,
Spending all of my money,
I'm back where I started,some how.
She took me off to court,
Fair trial,I hoped,I thought.
But not on your nelly,
It's not like the telly.
She's taken everything I bought.
Everything will work out just fine,
Leaving a CD, thinking it was mine.
She's taken the deep freeze,
Even my pound block of fresh cheese,
I'm sure what she's doing is a crime.
At least we're on speaking terms,
My new flat is clean, without germs.
But I got the last laugh.
Fresh water,in a clean bath,
And get to keep all the money I earn.
Categories:
lads, for her, fun, funny,
Form: Verse
The smallest room in the house,
Phew what a smell,
It smells so bad,
It's my lads,
Replace toilet roll,
End of the day it's used,
Do they eat it?????
It's my lads,
Hairs fill the plughole,
But are they from the head !!!! Or!!! Yuk,
Shampoo bottle empty again,
It's my lads,
Wet towels on the floor,
There are 4.... only two lads,
Have I got any dry left,
It's my lads,
Dirty clothes thrown in the corner,
Missing the laundry basket,
They won't pick them up,
It's my lads.
Categories:
lads, boy, children, clothes, men,
Form: Free verse
Lads were in the cupboards
Lads were in the hall.
Lads were in the closet.
Some were playing ball.
Lads were in the kitchen
Eating up our food.
Our pretty cousin brought them home
And some were rather rude
Grandpa came home early and made them all leave
He took back his sandwiches he grabbed back grandma’s weave
Grandpa yelled for Doris and asked her what was this?
She was a cute little thing, so she got by with a kiss.
Lads ran from the cupboards
Lads ran from the hall
Lads ran from the closet
Some of them did fall.
Lads put down our food
And apologized for being rude.
Grandpa saved the day, all full of fortitude.
Categories:
lads, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
"Easy lads, no need to run"
The keen young officer called,
"We've shelled the buggers night and day
We must have killed them all."
"The barbed wire's blown apart
Ahead lies victory,
So easy lads, no need to run,
Forwards! follow me."
And follow him the soldiers did
Into the jaws of hell,
To be slaughtered by machine gun
And searing mortar shell.
They died amongst the uncut wire
Still clutching at their guns,
"We must have killed them all," he'd said,
"So easy lads, don't run."
Categories:
lads, loss, world war i,
Form: Rhyme
An Old Timer's Advice To Rash Young Lads
When youthful ardor flows like raging flood,
temptation's ills are waiting in the blood.
Even with painful lessons in the past,
nothing stops that hot-rush and cannons blast!
When Spring air brings out that deep mating call
some think of love desires, nary its fall.
Yet in youth falls come and oft with a shock,
like a swift cut, bare neck, head on the block!
The wise learn and control their emotions
love is work and not some magic potion.
Keep a level head and know love is real
not a treasure one can barter or steal!
When young love stirs two hearts, comes a'callin
Slow down, keep your head avoid the fallin'
R.J. Lindley,
June 3rd, 1996
Sonnet
Categories:
lads, boyfriend, girlfriend, innocence, journey,
Form: Sonnet
IRISH LAD'S DREAM
To sign aboard a whalin' ship
to hear mey master wail
such orders I'd be mustered to
like settin' o' the sail,
contracted for many a trip;
for all the life of me;
I'd be a perfect bos'ns mate,
the best out on the sea;
I'd man the harpoon at his call,
he'd know how good's me aim,
providin' ole for burnin lamps
in homes who need the flame;
an' every mate would know that I
am eager for me stout,
at any port we'd pull into
as sailin' all about;
an' when a gale should try to sink
us down into the brine,
I'd hold the course and get me to
a favorite lass o' mine.
© ron wilson aka ron arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
lads, dream, ireland, ocean, sea,
Form: Lyric
Chase the leather
Lads. Keep the wickets
Lads. Love your mum
Lads. Be strong
Lads. Don’t cry
Lads. Be healthy
Lads.
Obey your headmaster
Lads. Listen to the bobby
Lads. Listen to the government
Lads. Look down the sights
Lads. Don’t reveal your position
Lads.
Be silent
Lads. Die in anonymity
Lads. Drag the dead bodies
Lads. Dig your hole
Lads. Grasp your hair
Lads. Eat the soil
Lads. Never come back
Lads.
Categories:
lads, childhood, death, life, mum,
Form: Free verse