Short Laddie Poems
Short Laddie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Laddie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Laddie by length and keyword.
There once was a young Irish Laddie,
His Pappy said lets call him Paddy
since the day he was born,
twas green he has worn
and married a lassie named Maddy
There is an auld laddie near Fife
who sought for himself a good wife.
As no one would have 'im
he retired to a cabin
and drinks Scotch every day of his life.
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.
Sometimes I feel like Elvis' daddy
The voice of a rock star, a sexy laddie
But then I wake up
And scream “WHAT!”
Soon they'll send for a wagon called paddy
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!
There was an American laddie named McCoy,
his inventions the steam locomotives joy,
although the powers to be drank to his health,
made sure he didn’t share in their wealth.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
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
"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!"
Don't know if you know this but I have very sensitive thighs
They're certainly a match for my extremely sensitive eyes
My Mommy and Daddy
Made me a sweet loving laddie
Don't mean to brag but I'm really quite a prize
There once was a laddie from Galway
Lassies asked if he wore green, he said, “No way,”
I’m not trying to be smart,
It’s tattooed o'er my heart
But feel free to give me a pinch anyway!
3/27/16
For the “It’s All About Wearing the Green—The Limerick” Contest
Sponsor: Skat A
Limerick : Once a brave laddie at Lake Loch Ness
for one who calls no one "Monster"
when the truth may not be known:
Domino X
Once a brave laddie at Lake Loch Ness
Kept vigil to catch Monster on lens
He shut eye just for once
Monster jumped in one bounce
Took pic and signed it: Loch Ness Goddess !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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.
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
In thee life
You had brought down your enemies,
With the sharp, pointy knife,
That you'd be wonder all the centuries.
In thee life,
You'd be there to learn the way,
Or die trying,
You'll somehow learn a day.
In thee life,
You'll see;
What life has taught you to be,
A malarkey laddie,
Whose never stop trying.
In thee life,
You're always a learner,
Don't stop and Fyffe,
as it won't help you become a Philosopher.
He was a highland laddie
Grew up in the great glen
Played shinty for Fort William
A man amongst men.
He played the highland pipes
With heartbeat rhythms felt
That pumped his blood within
While wearing his clan's kilt.
Fishing at Loch Linnie
Would stir his Gaelic pride
As he viewed the heather
His Lassie by his side...
...he wakes up from his dream
And yet his dream lives on
To prove his Scottishness
And confirm where he comes from.
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.”