kissy love poem, mush mush YUM! except the death.
there once was a little lad who lived down the lane
from a saucy little lass, who was quite the dame
she wore daisies in her hair and dirt beneath her nails
and everyday she went to town to fetch a pail
of whiskey for her dear, dear father
the little lad was loopy with all sorts of glee
he prayed he would see her not once, not twice but three
times, everyday
“daisy” went to fetch her daddy’s whiskey one glorious day
and walked by the little lad who sassily hollered “hey”
she smiled sweetly, curtsying, not spilling an amber drop
her mouth was slightly opened and he prayed she would stop
and say hello
“i’ll give you a kiss if you can do something for me,”
the boy nodded and yelled “anything”, instantly
She laid out her demands
“down this pail in one big gulp and you’ll be my one and only”
“lose a drop and the consequences you’ll see.”
the lad picked up the bucket and drained it…easy!
he went to claim his kiss but gave poor “daisy” a knee
he slurred apologies but she just clucked her tongue
she told him there was one thing that would make her forget
“pluck a bouquet of wild flowers from the edge of the cliff”
she sighed, knowingly
the boy stumbled down to pick the blooms and gave quite a shout
he slipped and fell and died, later daisies would sprout
the lass she shook her head as she descended towards town
and approached the broken lad, her pretty face was in a frown
one day she’d meet a man who hadn't a taste for liquor
the day she met a man who couldn’t down the pail
was the day she would no longer have dirt under her nails
she stooped and dug a shallow little grave
there once was a little lad who lived down the lane
from a silly little lass whom he’d never see again
she'd die alone, with dirt upon her fingers
and the smell of flowers from her hair would always linger
until her corpse rotted, that is
from a saucy little lass, who was quite the dame
she wore daisies in her hair and dirt beneath her nails
and everyday she went to town to fetch a pail
of whiskey for her dear, dear father
the little lad was loopy with all sorts of glee
he prayed he would see her not once, not twice but three
times, everyday
“daisy” went to fetch her daddy’s whiskey one glorious day
and walked by the little lad who sassily hollered “hey”
she smiled sweetly, curtsying, not spilling an amber drop
her mouth was slightly opened and he prayed she would stop
and say hello
“i’ll give you a kiss if you can do something for me,”
the boy nodded and yelled “anything”, instantly
She laid out her demands
“down this pail in one big gulp and you’ll be my one and only”
“lose a drop and the consequences you’ll see.”
the lad picked up the bucket and drained it…easy!
he went to claim his kiss but gave poor “daisy” a knee
he slurred apologies but she just clucked her tongue
she told him there was one thing that would make her forget
“pluck a bouquet of wild flowers from the edge of the cliff”
she sighed, knowingly
the boy stumbled down to pick the blooms and gave quite a shout
he slipped and fell and died, later daisies would sprout
the lass she shook her head as she descended towards town
and approached the broken lad, her pretty face was in a frown
one day she’d meet a man who hadn't a taste for liquor
the day she met a man who couldn’t down the pail
was the day she would no longer have dirt under her nails
she stooped and dug a shallow little grave
there once was a little lad who lived down the lane
from a silly little lass whom he’d never see again
she'd die alone, with dirt upon her fingers
and the smell of flowers from her hair would always linger
until her corpse rotted, that is