Best Trouser Poems

There once was a king cobra called Lance,
Who heard music and went in a trance.
People thought he was asleep,
As his thoughts were so deep.
Then he...

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Hey Dear, we're here
It's where you've always dreamt
Ever since you slumbered such
In slevering content

Remembering back home
It's somewhere you always declared
You said it would excite you...

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Son, would you tuck in your shirttail
Was something often heard
At home when I was a youngster
With harsher action inferred

My otherwise kind hearted Mother
Had shirttails as...

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I reminisce -
My entering sixteen 
Though looked fourteen 
Full of perplexities of adolescence 
More of vigor and less of sense
Thighs bulging out of my half-trouser-veins...

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The Virginia Hermaphrodite
(Bennet’s Farm, Jamestowne, 1629)

Your Honors, Gentlemen of the Council,
Ask me– how it is that I am brought here?
Stepping out of church, bothering no...

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The poor boy heard Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And streets illumined with colorful lights and stars
But his...

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They called it school
I called it hell 
From the huge imposing prison like doors
To the doom like toll of the bell
Everyday the same
Running for the...

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Give me that old skool love, a groovy throw back

kind of love that is black and white like the first TVs.

A tapered leg acid washed...

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A whale on the beach,
A figure of speech,
A trouser seat snagged on a fence.        
A bird in the...

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I grasped the steam-iron with left hand,
the right was straightening trouser band;
it felt different, unusual, its hiss and feel,
serpent’s thought made me reel

I imagined it...

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Am I the Assassin 
        or the Undertaker

          ...

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Even though bent neck on the book
gives a better and worthy outlook
knowledge without virtues and principles
Is a knife used constantly against humanity and life.

School itself...

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Mother Africa,
Gather your sheep like a good shepherd.
Teach them morals and guide them rightly,
Educate them on African Values and culture.
Protect your sheep from the hynas...

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6 a.m

It is time to wake- 
After being bludgeoned by sleep.
A quick brush 
And a quick wash
Off to the bus-stop in a quick rush.

It’s another...

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Matt gifted her chocs and a flower
Without joy after many an hour
    Rebuffed trouser lump
    Not even dry hump
So...

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