Best Pajamas Poems

When a ladder leaps like a lady bug
and the patterns turn away
Where the coffee needs an electric plug
now on any given day
Will the sun outlast it’s father
as the field comes round the bend
Till the winds forget to bother
and the season calls an end

Collected like a...

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A housecat,
Orange, Plump.
Stalking dustbunnies
With high ambitions.
Self consumed
With imitations
Of ancestors.
Giant tigers and regal lions
are emulated comically
By this chubby domestic.
The never ending battle
Of the red dot.
Warfare with the feather.
Abushing houseplants with zeal.
Ackward leaps that fall short.
Oh, the irony of the cat,
To whom the livingroom is the Serengeti.
And...

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We are wearing pajamas today.
We are super heroes, butterflies, unicorns, and mice.
We have slippers with long rat tails.
Mine are gorillas with red light-up eyes.

One or two have tails.
My zebra suit has lost his tail.
Pulled off long ago,
But do not worry. I am wearing matching underwear.

It...

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When I heard about Granny's pajamas
  Honest, I started to cry

Yet when I saw her flaunt them
  I understood why ~
There's more to Granny than meets the eye


    
    -- An Admirer, April 16, 2021...

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This 'Heroic' Crown of Sonnets, I am posting as seven separate Sonnets, for ease of reading.  This is written with thanks to a fellow poet, who is most likely too modest to be mentioned, but whose great mastery is evident in everything he writes.

ONE

I...

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When snows beset slippers upon the feet,
and draw tears of pain upon reddened cheek.
Thoughts of former boots instill chilled notions,
that will call for future healing potions.
Someone asks of you, "what were you thinking?"
you answer with shivers between blinking.
"I must track this wet to the farmers'...

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LISTEN TO MS. BELL CAST A SPELL

The chick can sing, dance and entertain
She’ll sing today’s hits and down memory lane
The lady’s voice is luxurious and so sublime
And of course her melody keeps perfect time

I watch her in awe as she wows a crowd
She’ll sing softly...

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In fuzzy pajamas I drink my coffee
Warm and toasty, cozy
In an hour I will be getting dressed
I cringe as cold street clothes hit me
Settle at my computer
To teach virtually
All the children are wearing pajamas
It is pajama day but no one told me?
I am in my...

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LISTEN TO MS. BELL CAST A SPELL

The chick can sing, dance and entertain
She’ll sing today’s hits and down memory lane
The lady’s voice is luxurious and so sublime
And of course her melody keeps perfect time

I watch her in awe as she wows a crowd
She’ll sing softly...

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      I do not own a pair of pajamas
        In winter, what do I do

      Do I pile on the covers
       ...

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Large fuzzy pajamas with a hood
Used to be for toddlers.
Now I have them.
They are getting rather worn.
My zebra go-to-pajamas.

My husband ordered me another pair.
They are big enough to fit around me, thus
they are about eighteen inches too long.
If you do not know inches they are...

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Chubby little penguins,
Some with hats, some with out,
Sparkling, dainty snowflakes,
Dancing all about.

Welcomed winter charmers,
Brought great delight.
Added warmth and comfort,
To long and chilly nights.

But now that Spring is here,
It's time for them to go,
To hibernate until next year,
With other winter clothes.

3/21/21
(I was wearing my penguin pajamas...

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You are still in your pajamas he arrogantly said
You bet your cheeks I am I replied to Old Fred.
This is day six for these bad boys, never say die.
I love being retired and this is a big reason why....

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Kat’s Pajamas
Make me smile
Though I’ve been around them
For awhile...
for awhile...

Kat’s Pajamas
Stood the test of time
Seven years
And still I… and still I... I...

I love
Kat’s Pajamas
I love
The way they’re so unique
When I see
Kat’s Pajamas
I find it hard…
I find it very hard 
to speak.

Kat’s Pajamas
Make me smile
Though I’ve...

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Wearing my p.j.’s again today. 
Third day?
Fourth?
Nineteenth?
It is my painting outfit, so back off.
I take a whiff.
It’s not that bad yet.
I might put it into the laundry.
The laundry king knows it has to be washed by morning.
Guess I will keep him another forty-nine years....

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