Short Reid Poems

There was once a rotten scoundrel named Reid

   Who filched a horse in a moment of greed

      As the noose was secured

         His final words were heard

            I'd rather be fishin' today, indeed...

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Listen to the rain, it tells a magnificent story.
A tapping on the roof, of monsters escaped from your mind.
Or the pitter patter of dreams, inspiring your imagination.
Listen to the rain, will it take you to a dream, or release you into a nightmare?
~Crystal Prickett-Reid.
(Instagram: Capturing.the.everything)...

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[A piece of absolute nonsense
But it made me laugh, so I thought
I’d share it. Go on, sing it… you know
You want to!]


Good King Wenslaslas went out
For a game of bingo
Fancy dress was all about
Some were George and Ringo
Some were from the USA
Where they call it Lotto
Donald Trump’s wig blew away
Olly Reid was blotto...

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I love you more each passing day
 And will even when you’re old and gray.

Smart, charming and witty you are, indeed
 With a sexy booty and your last name Reid.

As we continue on adventures together
 Let’s do them no matter what the weather.

We’ll create memories along the way
 Some that are serious and others horseplay.

Please know that when I look into your eyes
 Your love gives me all my endless highs....

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Jimmy Reid is the Sunday school teacher,
who suspended my young bloke last week,
for he reckoned he showed disrespect,
when it was his turn to speak.

It seemed old Jimmy had mentioned,
the reasons for why we say grace,
and so asked the kids before eating,
'Do they say grace at their place?'

Of course all the answers were yes,
but then old Jim yelled as he shook, 
when my young bloke said he don't have to,
'cause his Mother's a bloody good cook....

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