She threads through a crush of guffawing shoulders
swoops on empties.
We sense the alluring fiction of a nylon friction,
a diction of sexual parlance dipped in moist labor.
We breathe in the unsanitary flirtations of passing thighs,
ponder the lips-speak of cherry red suggestiveness.
Winks and smiles - eyes watch her sashay away
carrying a silver tray
with the crumpled green tokens of a trivial love.
Barmaid Betty
Barmaid Betty's big bouncy boobies
beggar belief, bada bing bada boom.
But being blessed by bountiful breasts
brings burdens, bada bing bada boom.
Backache being barely bearable
by bedtime, bada bing bada boom.
Basically, Betty's beautiful boobs
beguile, bashful blokes, bada bing bada boom.
Bewitching barmaid Betty became
Belle of the Ball, bada bing bada boom.
31st December 2020
This barmaid is generous
she showers every visitor
with hot irresistible smiles
sprays those in attendance
with warm tricky greetings
and drowns every customer
with beers, spirits and sodas
after everything done keenly
she splashes sleepy customers
with inflated credit letters
Pistols in holsters
very early this morning.
She’s wearing a bra
Donal Mahoney
I stopped at the bar and tossed down a few beers.
Started looking around and saw 6 dancing reindeers.
Santa walked in and said"hey darlin pour me one".
Me and the reindeers will leave when they are done.
Santa racked up the pool balls and asked me to play.
He said one more game and I'll fire up the sleigh.
The red nose reindeer was singing a song.
Santa's sleigh bells were ringing right a long.
Santa told the barmaid to come over here.
He said fill me a glass of holiday cheer.
Santa gave her a kiss under the mistletoe.
He said until next year HO-HO-HO.
Teresa Skyles 15/12/09
I was not a drinker, I must confess.
Well, once in a while I would transgress.
A studying student perched on the stool
Avoided eye contact and men's lusty drool.
One quiet afternoon visiting the barmaid,
No one was in the club to cause a tirade.
Three drunks came in for a mid-day drink.
They put up cash; their coins made a clink.
I started to leave, but she asked me to stay.
New comers to the bar, first time, that day.
Partially smashed, they started to glare.
I could hardly bear their shameless stare.
I sat at the counter drinking my water.
Before too long, those three became brasher.
Buy her a drink; No, thank you, I said.
If eyes could kill, I would have been dead.
A bit unruly, they became quite insistent.
I ordered my usual; they happily gave payment.
Three glasses of water I drank that day.
We played pool when they went on their way.
© October 30, 2011
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Confessions to a Bartender
Sponsored by: Natalie :) The Rogue Rhymer
she had long red hair,
a white blouse,all of which
made women the best pirates.
I stopped at the bar and tossed down a few beers.
Started looking around and saw eight dancing reindeers.
Santa walked in and said"hey darlin pour me one".
Me and the reindeers will leave when they are done.
Santa racked up the pool balls and asked me to play.
He said one more game and I'll fire up the sleigh.
The red nose reindeer was singing a song.
Santa's sleigh bells were ringing right a long.
Santa told the barmaid to come over here.
He said fill me a glass of holiday cheer.
Santa gave her a kiss under the mistletoe.
He said until next year HO-HO-HO.
Teresa Skyles