It's not too late to be that lassie,
who speaks out loud and is some times sassy..
It's never too late while one has breath,
to take that chance, preserve what's left..
It's not too late to be restitute, in a quest
for fairness, to share one's truths..
It's never too late in a land with freedoms to
appeal to it's people to reflect and to reason..
It's never too late to turn that page,
with hope and love for a better age..
Sitting at McDonald's at a table up from an old guy in painter attire taking his lunch break. Wolfing down his food he talked on his phone all the while .As he commented about his day and asked about whoever was on the phone .He must have been asked about his meal.Stopping to lay his sandwich down he eyed it
With disgust and before resuming its consumption said",It ain't much but maybe it will make a turd "
Waite there's more.As he struggles to navigate his belly out of the booth he audibly farted said" What did you say girl ,Timmy is in the well,laughed to himself and left.
You can't make this crap up.
Guess he was stuck in the **** stage.Perhaps I am as well.I am inexplicably drawn to a certain type of companion that in the name of rehabilitation shall remain nameless.
will ye go lassie
and go back home
to a place where
you belong
to yearn for
the soft rolling hills
and
the green fields of Ireland
now go, lassie go
go there
and
wipe away
all the tears
There was a young lady from Gloucester
Whose flippant ways really cost her
She snapped at a preacher
Who tried hard to reach her
And, finally, he up and tossed her.
written July 10, 2021
That sassy young lassie from Savannah
She wound up in Cuba's old Havana
Playing fine flamenco guitars
Rolling pricey high-class cigars
And shacking with men in her cabana.
written June 23, 2021
Ever been to the town called Tallahassee?
There you can meet a fine, pretty, young lassie
Tell her tall tales
Until she bails
Then leave Tallahassee all fat and sassy.
May 10, 2021
The ever-faithful friend of Timmy Martin was Lassie.
She was quite a beautiful and intelligent collie.
Lassie seemed to increase her breed's popularity.
Millions tuned in to watch her show on Sunday night.
For many seasons, the show reached a great ratings height.
Collie dogs quickly became a ubiquitous sight.
Lassie's episodes of bravery were not easy to forget.
So many people would want a dog like her for a pet.
Tales of O’Laddy and Lassie
A sly Irish snake named O’Laddy
Thought he could hide from St. Paddy
Hid in the clover
Devious rover
Found in green Irish stew ending badly.
Lassie the cow, wild Irish rover
Romps in the hay - rolls in mint clover
Her milk all shook up
Now things go a-muck
Sells minty shakes at McDrover's.
Contest: Limericks in Honor of St. Patrick’s Day
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
3-5-21
Once was in love with an Aussie lass
It's happened again my expectations are vast
A great weakness I sure have
Aussie gals know how to laugh
Anticipating a thrill totally unsurpassed
Brassie For A Lassie
Was great at Golf when she played;
In two drives ball on green than laid;
Was done by a good looking lassie;
Instead of putter she used a brassie;
Took one putt and hole was made.
Sounds like a great game to me.
Jim Horn
Timmy a bossy pain in the neck,
Lassie nudged him thinking what the heck,
Timmy fell in well,
Lassie feeling swell,
that is until it was time to get fed.
11-15-16
O're the rock strewn shores of Loch Lomond, upon the glaciered northern rock,
A lonely, barren, desolate stand, refuge to ancient Gaelic stock.
In this land o're grown with heath, tween' a realm named Rannoch Liath,
On a misty, dreary cairn,
There lived a lassie near the peaks, whose life of toil was one forlorn.
Sheltered in her little cabin warm, protected from the highland storm -
Just a lowly peasant serf -
Whose kin was of this barren earth.
A lovely lass, her hair of gold, imprisoned in a life on hold - she could not run,
Nor could she hide;
Her life of drudgery she would abide.
Yet, hoping to abscond this highland moor, and this desolate, barren scape,
Pleading for an opportunity, a sanction to escape.
Villagers said, they saw her go that bitter night - carrying a lantern with her,
ascending to the heights.
They said they didn't stop her, they thought she went for wood;
no one ever saw her, vanishing that night.
aabb July 31, 2016
I stand before you after all these years
Amid the ocean brine with misty tears
On these old banks above the Fundy Bay
With all those words I never got to say
Wild daisies spread themselves across your grave
Where lies the fallen marker that I made
When I was but a child and new to death
In grief so deep it nearly took my breath
That broken house still sits above the bay
Now weathered by those many stormy days
Those years we walked along that rocky shore
Those years you saw me safely to my door
And now that I am old I do believe
You were an angel sent by God to me
...
In Loving Memory
Written: February 2nd, 2016
My playful dog Lassie.....
My dog's name is Lassie
She is faithful and lovely dog
She is brown in color and
she has a beautiful brown eyes.
She is very fond of my children
And she plays with them all the time
She is intelligent and strong dog
She can understand me very well
and obey my orders truly
When no one's at home then
she makes home miserable
that she starts to roam.
If she gets caught by me by doing
any naughtiness at home then
she covers that with her innocent smile
She only wants our love and care
Although, we paid her for small price
but she is a priceless dog for me
She lives with us as a part of our family.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @ Ravi Sathasivam 2004
(Repeated poem - Because of my loving dog Lassie died on 26th September 2014 after living with us for 14 years. My tears. RIP)
Limerick: Once a lolling lassie from Laredo
Once a lolling lassie from Laredo
Jumped on a bronco to enter a rodeo
But the steed fell in love
With the curve of her alcove
And sped away on a honeymoon to Mejico.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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