The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[Sweltered]

Ladies, Ladies have a care
you're really making my head sair.
Your rhymes at times are truly bad
Bested yes by my wee lad.

Iambic pentameter? what a bummer
Seen more rhythm from a handless drummer
Poking fun and extecting pi$$
I'd expect much more from a group like this.

Itellectuals, that'll be right!
An empty page would be a better sight
droning on and on and on
look here, a better rhyme for SCONE.

A poet? Never thought I was
I rarely find the need or cause
Your awful efforts I do implore
PLease do not make me rhyme some more.

[ionnsaigh]

Now here's a teeny tiny thought
only a an o separate jack fae jock
could they be wan an the same
clever shifting o the name
if jack is jock then jock is jack
come on jack nae turnin back
let auld jock go- an hit the sack
jock the boat general jack
who is who that's a fact

[jock the boat]

Iambic pentameter? what a bummer
Seen more rhythm from a handless drummer
.

hahahaha best line yet, apart from the one i snorted this fine evening

[Sweltered]

Thank you I'll admit to laughing out loud when I thought of that one

[jock the boat]

ok ok dont get carried away wi yourself

[Sweltered]

I'll leave that to others, or is that "taken away"

[ionnsaigh]

Och poor wee jock
sitting there sisters frock
sniff a line an cannae talk
och poor wee - wee wee jock

[general jack o'niell]

i'm adding nowt to what i writ

i know jock knows,he's in the throes

of fear at what may come to pass

elst its not my toe, enters his home

first, before my hat, can i push your stool in

aye i've heard tellt, i was regaled

last week again poor jock was jealous

"poetry for dummies" he wrote to selfishly

try and best his us, going spare

he pulled oot wots left of his jotters

kept from in auld booshams cless

and still his writing is a sight

pedantic,thrawn,just total nonsense

all writ thru veil of fog and fug

come, hurry nurse and pull the other one

i'm sure its standard lacks in sum

the heights being scaled by my brothers attempt

which blessed short in length give praise

i'll curry favour to his partner

no not he one whose beasts bore trunk

again poor jock i fear is sunk.


i know this verse makes not much sense, i'm only practising typing with my new laptop, and really it does scan a lot better in my head, or if you know what the inside of my head looks like, or if you've ever been in a position to come close to witnessing what usually comes out of my head, or if you just read it quickly and don't pay much attention to any hidden or supposed hidden content or context therein, thereto therefor, thereyego, there there now, theres lovely, there, ye are, or any of the aforemention, aforyego, a fore!!!!!!! areyefora? or flora or fauna thereby. whichever,whatever, whenever, whathaveye, what madeye, whatdidyedothatfor, or thereabouts. or not

[ionnsaigh]

Father friend freedom fighter Fidel - cousin comrade communist Castro
time to rest to call the day - to pass the blood stained standard to eager hand
Christ twelve apostles - Castro twelve rifles
setting to change the world - shining bright beacon
former preached premature peace - pronounced predestination - heaven hell an in-between
latter preached action here on earth - master as blacksmith forging - hammering that red hot glowing metal
stand struggle squeeze set site aim straight
people power that unequal measure of wealth - pain pours poor - pity Pandora
Father friend freedom fighter Fidel - cousin comrade communist Castro

[bill]

Father friend freedom fighter Fidel - cousin comrade communist Castro
time to rest to call the day - to pass the blood stained standard to eager hand
Christ twelve apostles - Castro twelve rifles
setting to change the world - shining bright beacon
former preached premature peace - pronounced predestination - heaven hell an in-between
latter preached action here on earth - master as blacksmith forging - hammering that red hot glowing metal
stand struggle squeeze set site aim straight
people power that unequal measure of wealth - pain pours poor - pity Pandora
Father friend freedom fighter Fidel - cousin comrade communist Castro

Could'nt you get $900million dollars in there somewhere ?

[ionnsaigh]

Th - ( $900million dollars) - ere.

[bill]

Th - ( $900million dollars) - ere.

[ionnsaigh]

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[ionnsaigh]

Wee bottle o booze
smirnoff red label
glenlivet single malt - 12 year old
or the 15 year french oak reserve

let us look in wullies drinks cabinet
see what stock he has acquired
if she get the boot then you the boot
a ba baddie a bottle o booze

[ionnsaigh]

Leaving Glasgow well behind the black road stretches out
turns twists it's way toward Argyll - Kintyre waits beyond
over the top of the hill - the mighty Atlantic roars majestic
kicking up the fine sandy clouds that cover the shore road
sand castles pyramid shape - above the eagle fly
passing the dead buried on western shore
those monks at Bellochantuy - that cross on the door
a school that stands alone - a tribute to educate
a rough Celtic cross marks the fallen hero's
a no boat no vote posters persists the elements
Brian's wee caravan flag flying in residence
always a smile a friendly wave -9/11 on rock top
passing the hunting lodge - polish land lord within
never again to enter - your dark immoral cage
that wee half buried boat - brightly painted
says more than welcome - a hidden truth
bright red farming machine - gleams in summer sun
passing pub with shiny floor and Australian barmaid
a laid back Longrow protestant church out of proportion
the bike for hire shop then FM and busy bank
turning right at the corner smelling the bakers treats
the tower clock atop the hall - dead for all to see
white hart welcome awaits alas Peter
that night half cut - guests of weekly quiz contest
Peter sighed the sigh of relief - when we came last
Sunday crosswords a thing to behold - fun to be had
walking the path over trench point that wee bridge
the one after the shipyard shell - the ghosts gather
flowers butterflies deep green the bracken
birds belch out their cries lapping the gentle waves - with gannets on the point
over boulders awash with weed shells and crab
sheep shelter on green grass - amongst architectural relics from war gone by
up now on the road - that house huge grasses man cuts - manicures ground
tired we trudge toward - potato scone roll fried onion - to catch an oyster window seat
boats flag lifeboat station - a hungry gull eats warm chips - atop the pretty picture house
fresh cut wood thunders by - filling the belly of waiting ship
Glasgow thanks Campbeltown.