"grat" poems
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
On blythe Yule Night when we were fu’,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Maggie coost her head fu’ high,
Looked asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh;
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
Duncan fleeched, and Duncan prayed;
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig;
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Duncan sighed baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleer’t and blin’,
Spak o’ lowpin ower a linn;
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
Time and Chance are but a tide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Slighted love is sair to bide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie dee?
She may *** to -France for me!
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
How it comes let Doctors tell,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Meg grew sick as he grew hale,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Something in her ***** wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings;
And O her een, they spak sic things!
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
Duncan was a lad o’ grace,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Maggie’s was a piteous case,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t,
Duncan could na be her death,
Swelling Pity smoored his Wrath;
Now they’re crouse and canty baith,
Ha, ha, the wooing o’t.
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aint no rhythm
aint no rhyme
we **** babies
they pay us
we so poor
we so poor
we so
*******
killer poor
.........so pay us
-------------
work in da factory
work in da third world war
be a **** or be a *****
aint no reason
nor rhyme
we both so evil
or not what the hell
HOW CAN SOMETHIN BE NUFFIN!
OR NUFFIN BE SOMETHIN?
ONLY THE GRAT MEN KNOW!!!!!!
so much a da
cacca
around
aint no place
cacca cant be found
cacca here cacca there
is there a face
on which
no caacca can be found?????
cacca here!
cacca there!
cacca in yer underwear!!!
NO NO NO!!
NO NO NO !!!!!!!
NO NO KNOW NO
is cacca,,,....,,,all around!
all is cacca!!!!!
aint no rhythm
aint no rhyme
we **** babies
they pay us
we so poor
we so poor
we so
*******
killer poor
.........so pay us
-------------
work in da factory
work in da third world war
be a **** or be a *****
aint no reason
nor rhyme
we both are evil
you see
or not
what the hell
--
oh rhythm
!
oh..........................rhyme!
i love ta see ya naked
i love ta see ya naked
i love ta see ya naked
until i love you an i do
then i say
put yer clothes on...lady
put your aura on.... lady
put your lovers on........... baby
but dont ye ever
try
to put me on!
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aint no rhythm
aint no rhyme
we **** babies
they pay us
we so poor
we so poor
we so
*******
killer poor
how can you
ever pay us?
how can you.........
ever pay us?
what can you pay us with
aint no rhythm
aint no rhyme
we **** babies
they pay us
we so poor
we so poor
we so
*******
killer poor
.........so pay us
-------------
work in da factory
work in da third world war
be a **** or be a *****
aint no reason
nor rhyme
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 3:01 PM UTC
Grat, smat, tack.
my windows are black.
and the raven (that raven)
comes insatiably back
and the windows and caskets
and smallish ash-baskets
(you'd better believe that they know what their task is)
are holding the pieces, the embers, the sound
and hollowing portions we make in the ground
are the sickly embrace;
a dismembering hug
of a small, hump-backed hobo
without heart or a lung.
and his eye-hollows burn
for to end Adam’s race
and so often I wonder
How the fleetest of foot
can’t find the footing
to escape.
have you ever wondered
"what if I died tomorrow"
the earth would still twirl
and seven billion of her people
would never stop to cry.
They didn't even know
that you were alive.
but that's fine.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
Grat i tude
is the color of
green living things
of green giving things
with reaching vines
and stable roots
and shaded leaves
but just enough light
saying thank you
thank you
thank you
for giving me
what i need
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 4:48 PM UTC