Best Spinster Poems

Six simpering thick-skinned shifty spinster sisters stiffly sit
Stitching sticky skid-marked scivvies of sixty sick stingy sailors.
Six sick from stitching scivvies of sixty sick scrimping sailors
Stickle over nickels; those insistent six thick-skinned spinster tailors!


For Joe Sandler's Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest...

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A shy, young spinster, named Sue,

felt sad, cause her lovers were few!

        So, she walked out the door,

        wearing a fig-leaf - no more!

Now, she's in bed ... with the flu!...

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How could a man be so cruel, i was thinking at deep
How could one make her weep , i was thinking at deep
she was a  spinster,,and it was all she made for her
The abiogenesis of emotions never grew as she met a  sycophant
It...

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Limerick: Once a Barrister hired a Spinster

Once a Barrister hired a Spinster
To work his pump short of a sphincter
She bought piston and nuts
Fixed up the leaking guts
Then Spinster married Barrister’s sister.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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One evening an old ailurophile strolled through a forest with her blackest of cats,
To brood on her once goldenrod hair and the callipygous bottom on which she once sat.

Her head hung low upon shrugged cathartic shoulders,
In her crestfallen saunter, she sobbed in fear of aging...

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With underlying arms well akimbo
Seductively they glance at each other
Smiles seasonally defined
Amidst celebration in the bed of rose

Gently they pulled their panties
Preaching to one another amidst copulation
The Bible too far from bed
Humbly replaced  rubber cum metal

None was Godly alarmed
The Reason for the season ruefully undermined
Where...

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Let me emphasize why they criticise :
Such boundless lassitude, lover hater. 
Paltry commitments get one scrutinized. 
On a questioning spree with that hipster. 
That hostile face, in joy or in sorrow. 
Merry miser, buy compliments as much
O! Pitiful spinster, don't you borrow. 
Nagging like a...

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She liked to dip her toes in the water
To check out the temperature
But other girls would dive right in
And take the man away from her

She liked to drive slow and steady
Avoiding the highway speeds
But by the time she reached her destination
Someone else had fulfilled his...

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There was once an old spinster named Ruth

    Who was renowned for stretching the truth

       "Tho' many young swains wooed me,

            I could have married"...

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I didn’t know George was an amorous lad,
causing chat on the bush telegraph.
I’d never heard George had done nothing bad,
‘cept splitting one marriage in half.

George never delved into breaking the law,
so there’s never a day spent in court.
Not being wed, he’s a dull bedroom bore,
well,...

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Your lonely years measured 
By other people’s celebrations;
You always sat and smiled.
You had your callers,
The oil men, the plumbers,
Big family men
Who humored your weekly salon travesties
While you stifled chuckles
As they crouched and straightened,
Butt-winking through their clothes.
Later, the chuckles you checked echoed bitterly
When the microwave rang...

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She is a spinster
Seventy years of age
and still going strong.

When asked why 
she never married,
She whispered an answer:
“Somewhere in the land
I will never know
my husband was aborted
at the very hour and minute
I was born.”...

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the spinster
doling out
her advice on love



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on July 30, 2018...

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The fire in her kindled, 
All too soon dwindled:
Nearly in a twinkle
That made her laugh a crinkle 
While her forehead described a wrinkle…
 
Max’s disappearance shall ears tingle, 
For remain she will single;
Alone with lover-fed pringle… 

Things haven’t been at all simple. 
And she’s beautiful,...

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Eleanor. Who was she? 
A spinster. Quiet, aloof, alone.
Well-known yet stealing away to the recesses of her singularity.
An old maid. 
One who navigates through the motions of life. 
Solace or sorrow who would know? 
Sung to the world yet unknown....

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