Best Singlet Poems

Sunburnt Country

I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big, muscled arms,
His rugged well-built shoulders, and face with all its charms.
I love his thongs and...

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Every year our community gets together at the annual church fair. This year they have changed the format with some new events and dropping some...

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Five in the morning
storm rumbles in distance
balmy, sweaty, thirsty
in the half light of dawn
I grab some shorts
from the work clothes draw
slip them on and a...

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Today he resigned, he filled out his notice, 
Today’s the day he departs,
Today’s the day he stops life like an adult, 
And begins again, right...

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A lovely summers day with my family on a Sunday,
could not be any more perfect than for us to get away,
so we packed a picnic...

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A big white did pace the ute,
no noise it made, what sort of a brute? 
it must still be there it never left,
next thing i...

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Spotlighted like a Kangaroo

Spotlighted like the Kangaroo’s
And the bloody Dingoes too,
White light spotlights overhead,
Reaching down for me I dread,
What will the bastards do,

Big white light,...

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Sam came from Bollon on the Wallan S.W.Queensland Aus.

Sam Mc Croon came from Bollon soon
When he heard about old Galoon the Batey
 She was big...

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A Nightcliff Evening

The pastel light of evening fades to the indigo of night,
Trees brooding silhouettes above, save where the string
Of lights picks out the furrows...

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A Poem in Pidgin English

Me, ma na SARS
I sabi drop bars
My gun ready to blast
Any youth wey dey drive cars
If tattoos na your singlet
We go...

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When a politician tells you that he put
On a red boxers with white singlet inside
Ask him to wait till you look at it properly
before you...

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A brownie slid slowly, no rustle, no noise, 
Slid slowly, through the front door.
Invisible to all, an imperceptible ghost, 
Slid slowly across the room floor.

The...

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Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie
24/08/2018
Contest on my Home country by Brahne Bailey

Being an Ozzie is great,
Everyone calls Everyone Mate.
Too laid back for a heated debate,
Culture so young........

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How white is your pant that you boast?
Every pant wore within is dirty and smelling,
How white is your singlet that you shoulder high
As if you...

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Old Sam had carted nightsoil for a decade ‘round our town; 
A happy sort of chappy that let nothing get him down. 
He always found...

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