Aproned Poems - Poems about Aproned

...It’s a boy thing the clickety-clack, clickety-clack of a train along its tracks all manner of boys from diapered toddler to arthritic codger from suited gent to aproned chef the clickety-c......Read the rest...

...Twelve rounds of excitement Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment The bell rang... Both fighters were wild Two rough hands still mild The bell rang again -- end of first round. Se......Read the rest...

...Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind. Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind. Mind of cacophony is what a singer has. Orator hails, evading a faux pas. Chef cooks with an aproned mi......Read the rest...

...In my old age I thought I’d have such yarns to tell, of derring-do when I was hale and hearty. Looking back, I wonder now just what befell me in those years and did I miss the party? Distant e......Read the rest...

...There it stands, desolate and alone That roofless shell where the winds Still whisper of the past When scampering children's squeals And wheeling seabirds' cries Rose thinly through the air. ......Read the rest...

...Juniper blended with the richness of Mohagany as the well soaped Maidens accompliced in the impness of Dawn. A strong coffee poulticed a hint of Cinnamon, and Clove prepared expectations. Th......Read the rest...

...the beast detests the prince of pomposity. the chin upturned. each blackened strand of hair in place with grease. his too white smile released to aproned maids — the town with hordes of them......Read the rest...

...Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly assault upon psyche pounded defenseless vulnerable mindscape accustomed to shelter within aproned crease mama proffered manna, especially when untethered meek do......Read the rest...

...What are you looking for? he asked me. He was sweet. Concerned. Wearing a red apron, amused when he caught me staring at him. I am looking for life, I said, And I saw it a minute ago, in y......Read the rest...

...Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each day was lengthy and long.With fires to lig......Read the rest...

... The “Smithy” Written: By Tom Wright 4/28/04 The anvil’s peal breaches the mid day air, and his four pound hammer fettles the shoe. At the forge’s cinders in thought I stare, and l......Read the rest...

...In Dickensian time Upon sunset hour Overshadowing Thames Is London Tower Blackened cobble streets Shimmer in the rain Big Ben at Westminster Chimes an eight bells refrain At Euston Station......Read the rest...

...RETURN TO NEIGHBORHOOD III Where kids had the run-o’-the-place Noisy Dirty Smelly brats In-and-out Everywhere! Like a shot! There was imagination. Games ad lib A terrible wonderful use......Read the rest...

...Once in Home Depot I was in the lighting aisle, when a horde of aproned workers descended down from a quarter mile With hundreds of cartons of bulbs, They were very bright I guess I had to jum......Read the rest...

...Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each day was lengthy and long.With fires to lig......Read the rest...