Best Baggy Poems

Poor fat old Santa Claus
Had smelly grey dirty drawers
His wife boiled them in the wash
They’re baggy now, so his balls don’t squash

12~04~14
Contest: Christmas Clerihew
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He walked into my office, business in hand,
In denim baggy overalls, a plaid shirt, white painters cap, 
and grandpa's old white leather orthopedic shoes.
If I...

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One Sunday afternoon in spring,
i was tending my garden,
trimming and watering the roses,
when he first passed by.
I remember standing up to break the ache,
and as...

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I love how your long chestnut hair flows over your gentle shoulders,
And when the sun searches you out for a moment, your hair sparkles…

Because I...

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From sagging huts up in the hills, 
We watched the tourists flash their bills. 
They piled our harvest on their plates, 
While soup and scraps...

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I have never liked your phoney guise as a clown
Whose silly painted smile should be turned upside down
I'd like to put red ants
Down your baggy...

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SUNDAY BEST or A Soldier’s Coup of Grace

Was always smartest one in his brigade
A pride in his appearance was consistent
Though beach at Dunkirk was no...

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I have two teens, a boy and girl
    put here to cause me pain.
They fight like cats with their only goal
 ...

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grand garden at Giverny
are gems gorgeously
nestling near a warm abode
where golden path lies beneath
in thick impasto and rugged strokes
transforming terrestrial moment
into amaranthine beatitude

baggy brush movement
of...

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Long nails
baggy clothes
Tangled hair
dry throat
Poor girl, sits alone
She's bullied
Picked on
Left alone
But stays strong
She wants to be loved
Why?
Why is she here?
Isn't suicide a priority?
Or is it...

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Learning Young

From back when I was 7 and 8, 
When candy bars cost 5 cents, 
And  “being polite” meant 
Even to strangers.  The...

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Some people are bored.
I am not.
Some people live the same day every day.
I don’t.
Some people never change their opinions.
I do.
Some people have not picked up...

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BOOTS

I treated my new walking shoes today
I Dubbined leather the old fashioned way

And was minded of my first football boots
That reinforced school winter day pursuits

In...

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Mama, I hate to wear
Big brother's baggy clothes. 
For neighbors know it well
That he looks better in those. 
Mama, I hate to wear
My Father's too-big...

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Oh my son, my son…What have you done?
You will never know of my sleepless nights
or turmoil of waking from nightmares.
Lost to me are the years...

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