Short Lass Poems
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Kick Ass Lass
As Avenging Emma Peal
Diana Rigg always got into a deadly deal.
She was a classic lass
Who could always kick ass.
I think we are German she told me.
I smiled.
Have you looked in the mirror? I asked.
She did not understand.
Your verdent eyes are a map of Ireland.
I once knew a lass from McKinney
She weren’t fat and she weren’t skinny
Somewhere in between
But naught but a teen
So I left her alone I’m no ninny!
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
A lecherous lass from Torbay
puts her assets on full display;
while wearing sheer, skimpy clothes
she gets noticed I suppose.
To her, it may be just foreplay.
Sue was just a farmer's lass
At whom I made an awkward pass ~
She said, Let's have some fun
I'll let you see my bun ~
Too bad dad had a long shot-gun
Lass,
Unblemished by submission,
Familiar beyond Miss,
Unshadowed your smile,
Your modesty of kiss,
Love's early morning -
Yet to come the sun-clear day.
There was a sweet lass from Sassafras
Who each morn rode a large burrow to class
But once after school
Near killed a fellow pupil
Who remarked on the size of her ass!
There once was a lass from near Brampton
Who felt she was "God's" most holy high gun
It turns out she was mistaken
Those she stalked quite unshaken
Her vile and vicious quips were quite undone
There once was a young lass named Mary,
Whose lips were as sweet as a cherry.
Boys lined up to kiss her,
But then they dismissed her,
Cause Mary was just too darn hairy!
3/22/14
For Andrea' s Perfect Limerick II
A-uthor's
N-atal
G-reetings
E-mploy
L-ines
I-n
C-omposition
A-s
E-xcited
L-ass
E-njoys
G-leeful
A-ffair's
D-elightful
O-ccasion
Topic: Birthday of Angelica F. Elegado (February 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
There was a young girl from Saskatoon
who went to the nude beach in sunny June.
When she shed her knickers
to the bathers snickers,
they all donned shades for the light of the moon.
April 10, 2018
Contest: Traditional Limerick
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
A Lass Called Bogger--A Limerick
There once was a lass from Boston.
She said, "See the godwin austen!"
It was rather single,
But not very lingle,
She couldn't say no to the mostyn.
3/6/19
• Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
O' my bonie lass o' Loch Ness,
Thou art so fair.
As the rays that melt wi' the sun,
And seyth fare-thee-weel to the moon bright,
on this half night.
Bidding my darlin bonie lass, o' Loch Ness
Aye goodnight,' twere a heavenly sight.
With hair of red, eyes so blue,
I bid goodnight, adieu.
I searched for a four leaf clover,
On all fours I looked all over.
My knees were in pain,
Then I gasped in disdain,
"Luckless Lass!!" My hand grasped, gift from Rover.
The man was strong
The man was bold
Didn't listen to the rest unfold
He took in his culture, pride
He wore his kilt, with pride
Did it make him less of a man? Sigh.
Did it make a lass of the man? Wry.
Forgo these ancient thoughts
That make the thinker less of a human
Drought over their eyes
To see a proud man in a kilt
She wore a tartan bonnet
upon her flame red locks,
Around her waist she wore a kilt
For her no fancy frocks.
She puts fire in my veins,
I love her so, I do.
Oh my bonny, bonny lass
My heart I give to you.
I'll love you forever,
Aye, my lass I will
And should I live a thousand years,
I shall love you still.
There once was a lass who waddled.
She liked running, but she dawdled.
With one terrible roar,
She fell hard to the floor.
Pat gave up eating Mac Donalds!
11/1/2024 Poem 4
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
In the canyon, deep and long,
The brook babbles Nature’s song
The silent, secluded valley profound
Is overflowing with that sound.
Yon the mountain, the meadows green,
With the pond of water still and serene
On the stilly full- moon night
The ripples reflect pallid light.
The black-bees are crooning,
The fireflies are shining,
An innocent, lonesome, lovelorn, lass,
Singing madrigals in the wilderness sobs!!
Form:
Across the green meadows over the deep blue sea,
I will wait for my bonnie lass to come back to me.
She promised me that she would return with the summer rain,
She's been gone for so long my life is not the same.
When the moon is full a lonely piper will play,
the sad music moves through the air until the break of day.
In my heart I know she will not come back to me,
because my bonnie lass was taken by the sea.
JSergi
I was Douglass
A good person
Better than the day that gifts a friendly sun
A humble fellow
Humbler than the trees that regard the regal ride of the
wind.
Oh, wealth
You all I desired, then
Why Playing ceaseless host
To those honest crooks
And left me waiting in the pinching rain of hard-up-ish?
Now, I'm Dog-lass
A rich man
Richer like a man who had 1, 000 wives
A smart fellow
Smarter than the chimpanzee even in its own game
Limericak crochetés: Once a shy lost lass so-called Orga-San
Once a shy lost lass so-called Orga-San
Had much difficulty getting what you can
Heard of fly-catcher
Good at swatting lair
Gave him a lift bare-back over Japan
Trouble he wouldn’t get off Mama-San
She went without doing what on bed-pan
Right over Fuji Yama
Leap-frogged like No-diva
Earth sudden shook Tsunami filled her pan.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
A Running Lass Called Doralee Who Fell While Running Free- -
There once was a young lass who skipped.
She thought she was awfully ripped.
It was rather dry,
But not very spy,
She just couldn't say no to the script
~
She once was a runner who skipped.
Sure liked her bare feet shaken wet.
With a terrible roar,
She fell to the floor,
She just couldn't say no to the slip
1/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Chilled by the air that clasps my feet
with a needed rub…rubious tingles.
The door ajar with Autumnal treat.
Swept away, the humidity and its heat.
A little cold air and steaming drink,
The coffee, brave and daring.
It cools off quicker, on the brink.
From this seasonal invite, I will not shrink.
Just a small window in the hourglass,
Before the roar of arctic temperatures.
Exaggeration at best - it will kick the brass,
Inform me to quilt or sweater this lass.