Best Levis Poems

Me and Sweetie pickin’ apples -
Ones for making pies we find.
While my Sweetie climbs the ladder,
I stand watching from behind.

In his levis he’s a cutie,
plucking apples from the tree.
Meanwhile, I admire his booty
since he’s faced away from me!

Apple pickin’ time is nice,
but what we’ve gathered...

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The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...

While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations 
The "Ugly Americans," reviled...

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A warm, glowing September night.
Nondescript small town bar with
people enjoying fine company and revelry.
College football game just finished.
We won!
Some friends find a table and 
a deck of cards. Pinochle.
Smiling, joy, and laughter. Lively conversation.
Good will and companionship hold sway.
"A dollar a game?"

'Saturday Night Live' on...

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Women battling the bulge is no surprise
Being looked at on the beach; the ultimate prize
   And when the battle they win
   It causes a grin
To notice a different bulge in the men's levis....

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The Cowboy
A hundred thousand miles
were written on his face
He'd earned near every wrinkle
Did this cowboy known as "Jace"
He'd ridden cross the country
From Death Valley up to Maine
In weather full of sunshine
To the roughest hurricane
He owned two pair of Levis
One for workin', one for church
To know...

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Old Mother Goose
Frankly speaking was rather loose
The neighborhood was shocked and all in a dander
When she had a brief affair with a well-feathered Gander

When the news reached Jack and Jill
They took that tumble down the hill
Poor Jill lost her drawers and good gracious alive!
Little Jack...

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Once upon a time, not too long before
You were adored by me but not anymore
You are mega lame
What a crying shame
Since your buttocks in Levis, I adore

Written by Diana-Marie Bombardieri
January 16, 2012...

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My fantasy man – I will always remember him
and how stunning he looked that day
outside my apartment building – tall, dark-eyed, and slim,
and wearing skin-tight levis. Oh, the flirty way
he looked me up and down, intentions clear! Yet not one word did he say.

His friend...

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I've got a head full of memories
and a heart that some called gold,
I've laid beside the beautiful,
been sheltered when I'm cold,
I've danced beside the devil,
another story don't you know!!
but there ain't no remedy, no drug,
for the pain of growing old.
 
I still got my levis...

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The dungarees I used to wear
Were Levis, Wranglers, Lees;
There were no upscale denims then,
With fancy pedigrees.

They hugged my hips and fit real snug,
With bottoms flared like bells.
I wore them ‘til the hems were frayed 
And then said my farewells.

Today I cleaned a closet, finding
Jeans in...

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The other day my young brother was giving me beans,
He begged me non-stop to use my cool Levis jeans.
So off my jeans and he goes to Amsterdam on a break, 
To indulge in a load of joint and the odd space cake.

Six months later, America...

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PYPU what ya gonna do boyz
PYPU what ya gonna do boyz
PYPU what ya gonna do boyz
don't need to see your Fruit or your Looms
don't wanna see your buttocks in those..
Vincent Motega's don't wanna see your Oskar Franks
your pants should cover you from your ankles to...

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Am I still attractive in the nude?
Have I maintained a girlish attitude?
Do you still dream about and desire me?
Do you want to be with me sexually?

Do I still wear that come hither look?
Is my name still in your black book?
Do I have that sparkle in...

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Alarm Clock
-Levis Hutchins,the inventor

On a birds eye survey you had seen buildings, horses, wagons on a flat yard.

In central vision you had seen the street of Hampshire before you
had seen their walls in front of you. They were worn out and were having this course...

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She don't care which kind of beer, but it must be cold
But her favorite has always been the Bull
Her hobbies include, but not limited to, chewing tobacco, arm wrestling and 
going punch for punch in the arm with men
After a few beers, she likes trashing...

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