Best Wrapped It Up Poems
I saw a young lady today who had a tattoo that covered up her arm,
It wrapped it up completely but it only added to her charm.
The tat she had was bold and it caused me to do a double take,
Because on her body was tattooed a coiled and smiling snake.
Its leering head appeared from over the top of her left shoulder,
And it gazed down the front of her shirt at something even bolder.
From the neckline of her tank top was revealed some kind of fruit,
Her bosom was changed into a tempting apple, to hide it now was moot.
Even though I could only see the stem, my imagination filled in the rest,
I tried to not think about her orchard but it put my will power to the test.
A lesson about temptation was being taught to all who came to seek,
I’m sure that it will lead some Adam astray if he should sneak a peek.
Her tattoo was ripe for the picking and it seemed she had a bumper crop.
But just like Sir Isaac Newton’s apple someday hers will also drop.
So let this stand as a warning and be careful which symbol you select,
Remember that the artwork that you choose is the image that you’ll project.
At nineteen nothing is cuter than a pair of angel wings so feathery,
When you’re old they’ll remind you that the end is near on skin that is so leathery.
But she did inspire me to get a tattoo and so to the parlor I did go,
I got the universal recycle symbol on the bottom of my big toe.
So when my time is done and I’ve finished my walk along life’s path,
They’ll attach my toe tag in the morgue and I’ll get one last laugh.
I know I am a man
and I fnacy young women here and there,
but I have a big heart,
and I care for wasted things.
Today I had seen a lonesome dress,
hanging on a green wire,
asserted by two clothes pines.
I sat there for an hour looking, and studying this dress.
This lonesome dress, took my heart and demolished it.
Who owned this beautiful dress?
Who wore this glouruous piece of fabric?
Who would leave this dress hanging by two clothes pines?
Did they foget about it?
Unlikely for it was too beautiful to leave behind.
Or did they just not want it anymore?
Unlikely also, for it was too beautiful to give up.
A beautiful silk it was made of,
with a pattern of cream and black colors mixing.
A flower pattern littered the dress with a pattern of delicious delight.
A beautiful dress it was.
It was so beautiful, that I was sadden it did not have a home.
I took the dress and asked around.
No one knew of the dress.
I felt sad that this dress did not have an owner.
Did not have a beautiful woman to go along with.
I soon thought about my wife.
It was our anniversary and I had no money to buy a present.
For I had asked every single soul out there,
No one came to collect it.
I offered too take it and give the lonesome dress an owner.
I wrapped it up in a white box, and tied a pretty, red bow to it.
On our anniversary I gave the dress to my wife.
She opened it and fell in love.
We kissed and made love that night.
In my mind, I thought no more of the lonesome dress,
For now it had a home.
Born in 1921, somewhere in Wyoming, born to ride wild stock
Started at sixteen, hung up his spurs at 53
Thirty Seven years of riding broncs and bulls
Made his home aboard outlawed livestock
Riding with broken bones and paying his fees
Night after night, on them old bone breaking bulls
December 1, 1967, was Freckle's biggest night of all
National Finals Rodeo, Oklahoma City, on a bull, Tornado
No ordinary bull, no ordinary cowboy
The two were the best in the world, who would take the fall
The test between Freckles and Tornado
Who would win, beast or cowboy
Tornado, 1850 pound Braford stick of dynamite
Never had been rode in 220 times bucked out
He was out of World Champion Jim Shoulder's bucking string
Brown was forty seven at the time, was in the spot light
Had a broken neck the year before, he had little doubt
He wanted the eight second bell to ring
A full house that night, waiting for the cream of the crop
Then the explosion out of Chute # 2, Tornado came out high and wide
Into a spin and wrapped it up tight, trying to loose his load
Freckles riding the horrible hurricane, was still on top
One of Rodeo's most famous bull ride
Tornado knew that he had been rode
Spurs dug into the rope, toes turned out, free hand in the air
Victory was his at the eight second bell, life was never so sweet
Freckles rode the baddest of them all
That night Tornado never really had a prayer
The King of Rodeo rode him to defeat
Freckles Brown was to rodeo as Babe Ruth was to baseball
In our first year of wedded bliss we were very tight on cash,
Some popcorn and a jigsaw puzzle would be our Christmas bash.
All that year when Friday came a date night plan was born,
Together we’d work a jigsaw puzzle and then we’d pop some corn.
As I look back, the puzzles were an allegory of our life,
Fitting pieces to make a picture together as man and wife.
The popcorn was but a memory of date nights long ago,
When we could afford the ticket price and go and see a show.
So when I spied the coupon for a three-pound bag of corn,
I knew that for just one dollar our Christmas wouldn’t be forlorn.
And so I bought it and wrapped it up and stashed it underneath the tree,
I hoped that she wouldn’t get too mad ‘cause she didn’t get a gift for me.
When morning came I made her look to find her present there,
But under the tree instead of one it seemed there was a spare.
Oh no, I thought, what has she done? She’s a better shopper by far,
I only bought her a three-pound bag of corn I didn’t set too high a bar.
“Open it” she said and smiled her smile that lit a fire in me,
“I’ll tell you what, let’s open them together on the count of three.”
One, two, three and the wrapping flew and fell upon the floor,
Then we kissed and laughed because we’d learned what the holiday was for.
We learned a lesson that day about the magic of a Christmas morn,
It seemed that we would start the year with six new pounds of corn.
The gift that we gave to each other that day had nothing to do with bows,
It was the love that we have for each other that still binds us as it grows.
MY BOW LEGGED 60's GIRL
Lyons, Kansas, 1969
I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox,
and I put them all together in a little brown box.
I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack,
and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back.
I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines
and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans.
I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away,
to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you,
she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too.
She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight,
and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night.
She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show,
guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 30 years ago.
She's out protesting every day and carries a sign,
bites her toenails ev night just like you did mine.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood.
And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good.
She bought a brand new car one day, a pink Cadillac,
and it's got a bar up in front and mattress in the back.
I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day,
cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay.
She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball,
and just like you used to do, then she eats them all.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
You never told me you were leaving town,
you never told me you were leaving.
I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday,
and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.
Brownie broke her beak today
Purloining potted prawns
Despite Will’s whistled warning words
To only eat from lawns
But Brownie boldly battered
that toughened tin top jar
and broke her lovely beak in bits
she’d pushed her peck too far
but wily Will he had a way
to triumph testing trial
so searching for some Superglue
he produced a plastic phial
But Brownie fussed and fluttered
And Thang a tuneleth thong
Worried when Will wrapped it up
thseed thing her thong all wong
One dinky drop of adhesive
Fast fastening he found
Forever fixed his flailing foot
But stopped that thsquawking thound
I have open my heart and free my mind
I become one with us
And one with time
I have connected to life
As it connected to me
Oh my lord I turned 17
Yes a age
Of happiness an joy
R rated movies will be my toy
Curfew is lifted
As I am old
This is just the beginning I am told
Now this may seem silly
Yes indeed
But can you remember when you turned 17
Its a landmark
An age of time
All grown
Well.. in a years time
2010
gave me this gift
Wrapped it up with a kiss
Now, now
You may say “what?”
“It been a whole year
more things should have filled with you cheer.”
But nothing such happened
In this year combine
I continued life, nothing to divine
So the age of 17
Has occurred
Now 2011
Should be much more fun
The gift of 18
Has begun
Oh I cant wait for this magnificent gift
But for now I shall say
October 24 was the happiest day!
Note: October 24 was my Birthday
My husband has a running joke
About his perfect gift
And since his birthday’s here, I thought
That he could use a lift.
A horse is what he claims to want
And we all play along,
For living in Manhattan, well,
A horse does not belong.
And then I had a great idea
And Amazon came through -
A hobby horse that neighs
And makes some clip clop noises, too.
My son put in the order
And he wrapped it up real sweet.
To see my husband ride it
Was a laugh-inducing treat.
Be careful what you wish for
Since there may just be a gap
Between fantasy and truth, but either way,
Let’s giddy-yap!
(Note - Poetry Soup did not let me put
an apostrophe in Husband’s in the title!
As a former English teacher, I say Grrrrr!)
Well heres the story of you and me.
Wrapped it up in a summary.
Tell it to ya, if you got time.
Oh my baby how I wish you were mine.
I need you
In my life
Please let me come home
Well it started on a February night.
Back then everything was all right.
You walked around lookin so nice.
Looked at you once, but had to look twice.
I need you
In my life
Please let me come home
Well this carried on for some time.
I knew right away you had to be mine.
I made you fall in love with a trick.
Then I moved away and became love sick.
I need you
In my life
Please let me come home
I came here and you came there.
We fell in love without a care.
I knew right then I had to come home.
You couldn't stand being all alone.
I need you
In my life
Please let me come home
Well we moved in really quick.
I was great until I got sick.
All my love was all the same.
But in the end I am the only one to blame.
I need you
In my life
Please let me come home
We kept on threw thick and thin.
Why it went wrong, where to begin.
I fell off of a one way track.
If I had it my way, I would take it all back.
I need you
In my life
Please let me come home.
The Vicar of Penny-come-Quick
Decided he must call in sick
He gave his sermon
To Brother Herman
Who wrapped it up for Old Saint Nick
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
Did you enjoy it?
Did you feel joy, while I felt pain?
Did you smile, while I frowned?
Did you laugh, while I cried?
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
You were awake, while I slept
You were aware, while I was not
You were stable, while I was vulnerable
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
You clouded my judgement the way lemon clouds water
I was blind in the mist of your lies
You took things you thought you deserved
You convinced me those things were not mine
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
Did you know your blades could scar?
Can you see the slashes you made across my heart, like carvings on my gravestone?
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
You fled, while I bled
I gifted unto you my life, my heart, my soul
Wrapped it up with the infinite ribbon of my love
And delivered to your deceitful masked joker
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
You gave me nothing in return
Nothing real, nothing true
Yet you took my gifts willingly
Revelling and bathing in the pool of tears I cried
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
How did you not burn?
How did you not burn when it was you who was lounging in the light of my beating heart?
You soaked in the rays of my devotion, watching
While my own helplessness devoured me, until I became empty once again
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
One cut can heal
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
Did you enjoy cutting me more?
Did you enjoy cutting me deep?
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
Did you enjoy stealing my light?
Leaving me in the cold, steely darkness
Waiting to see just when it would swallow me whole
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
I wish I could hurt you too
I wish I could steal back my light
I wish I could return my strength
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
Did you enjoy it?
Dear all the ones who have hurt me
I know I would
I have a story I cannot share
I 'm dragging it with me everywhere
covered in sandspurs and broken glass
a plastic bag of gold and trash
Slop is scraping in a line
a snails track, putrid,green with slime
My uncle wrapped it up for me
starting out when I was three
It's our secret sweet, he said
keep it underneath your bed
and when he died the mystery
ended up with only me
I cannot share it lest I die
he said I would,I don't know why.
I have a secret i Dare not share
I
take it with me everywhere.
I won't leave you Bluebird
Forever I will be
Your troubadour in waiting
Where no one else can see
My heart is yours, it has been
I penned a little note
Then hid it in a fencepost
So many years ago
It started with an inkling
Resisting, still it grew
I wrote this down on paper
"I think that I love you"
I put it in that secret place
Protected and secure
I wrapped it up in plastic
And hoped it would endure
The elements of weather
The rain, the wind, the snow
It was my first endeavor
At telling you, you know?
I state now for the record
You know will never end
Regardless of what happens
You're more than just my friend
I asked you once for something small—
just truth, unpolished, plain.
But you wrapped it up in careful words
and handed back a stain.
It looked like honesty at first,
it sounded almost real,
but somewhere in the quiet cracks
I felt the edges peel.
Now every sentence echoes twice,
one version, then the doubt—
like footsteps in an empty hall
that never quite fade out.
I turn your words like fragile glass,
hold them to the light,
searching for the hidden seams
you tucked just out of sight.
And maybe you meant no harm at all,
maybe you thought it kind—
but broken trust is rarely loud,
it fractures in the mind.
So here we stand, a careful space,
no anger left to defend—
just the quiet, certain knowing:
I can’t trust you again.