Best Toga Poems

toga party waking up without my sheet...

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Tony wants to teach Mary some yoga,
While dressed in a short, little toga
He bends over the mat,
Where she just then had sat.
From jail Tony cannot...

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There once was a snowman named Pipes
who liked breaking stereotypes.
He once wore a Toga     
and in it did Yoga -
Hysterical folk...

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WE . . .  NOT  FRUSTRATED

Those whose mouth  speak and ooze 
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary 

Those whose sin is...

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Collaboration between
Seren Roberts and Mandy Tams:
 
The Wet Patch
 
Why sit with a frown is there a need?
Yes she whispered in my ear, I think I peed.
 
My...

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Cupid spotted me 
From quite far away 
A round little fellow
Boisterous unfettered sway
Upon his head 
A crown of poison oak
A simple dress of 
Toga and...

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American Nero,
showering utter disdain — 
Denigration downpour on pleb citizens
begging for pandemic crumbs
As the pestilent fire rages around 
your virally tainted kingdom

Ghastly gladly,
you keep on...

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I wear a toga bigger than the life I live
I know who I am so I scream aloud, clear
My name means unlimited abundance
Cultivating the earth...

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There was a young man named John Bowman
Who was renowned as a bit of a showman
He practiced Yoga
Dressed in a toga
Convinced that he was a...

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Yo, strength flows from lethal fists, these
Coz, am I not, the dark-sided Casanova?
Anger, fear, and pain to they
Who respect me not one iota.

Yet for my...

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Best to get there early and don’t forget some food and drink.
It’s Friday again and time to celebrate.
It’s hat week, Carmen Miranda’s birthday, toga, toga,...

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Still,
Of her father
Even after hair in her armpit
After her four years sojourn in our citadel
With puberty wearing her a beautiful toga
She remains in the shadows...

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From the dusty street of Homs I write
Head buried in ashes- white
Hopes piled up in monumental rubble
 hearts engulfed in catastrophic trouble
A motherless child cries...

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Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely 
Course thy hot crimson blood; 
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of...

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I have no world of mine
My world is that of the beginning
Full of void, trouble and chaos
And on sojourn to an abysmal pit

I have no...

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