Mrs Poems - Poems about Mrs

Hey, Mrs. Johnson Soon I'll be dead Soon I'll be six feet under My children will cry At the volume of thunder Hey, Mrs. Johnson I hope you don't mind No one lends you it back I'm not borrowing your time I stole it Or you spent it You can't relive a scene You're living Or you're dying But there's no in between And that's why I'm sad As I rot...

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Can’t any other mamas make pleats, take a tuck or hem? Mrs. McVim, the town’s notorious seamstress asked of Dick and Jim. Their mother was dead, so she could not help them. She ended up shortening the tuxes of these two and their cousin Slim. Slim’s mother was a seamstress, but too pooped at the end of the day To...

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Never call this pretty Ravenous heaves of craving borne only by ugly And the chatter and chatter Nothing seems to matter But your pursuit Stomp them down while they slumber Pillage and plunder Battle axe with a smile intact Ms. Raging Bull How long 'til he sees the strength of your arms and the grin like receding waters? The stench of your intent The bile of...

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When I first heard the demo I paid more attention to what the background was saying. I knew If I were gonna have ah decent career in sound, song and Music I would need to sing the song to impress those new to me and this sound. When"When I 40 I want the sound to be same as when I'm 22. At...

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Someone asked old Mrs. O'Leary, "What do you think about string theory?" She said, "I don't believe in such a thing, because it doesn't cover everything, and what it leaves uncovered can be pretty damn scary."...

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Mrs in the Smiley Group Mrs in the Smiley Group has frog legs tucked in her muumuu. ...

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Mrs in the Midst of Mrs in the Midst of prefers to run here and there in a violent frenzy rather than be generous or sleep or speak the word fully. ...

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Mrs Valid Mrs Valid resigns herself to permanent living in potholes. ...

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Mrs at Mrs at will serve Mr Near when Mrs Toward leaves her chains in the middle of a ship docked at Sydney Wharf. ...

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As Christmas draws near something's different this year, At the North Pole all's quiet as can be. Saint Nick and all of the elves he employs Are online filling kids' wish lists electronically. His wife, Mrs. Claus, is delighted because Her jolly old husband's finally working from home And delivering those toys to good girls and boys Via UPS, FedEx, and Amazon...

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Mrs Toenail Fetish Mrs Toenail Fetish washes her toilet paper after using it. ...

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She had a busy life, with no time for fun Being a scientist, always on the run Well respected, well mannered exterior Belief in duality human nature superior Believing we all have a good and evil inside Obsessed, her studies she would try to hide In a quest to separate two opposing forces Created a...

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the hospital corridors were as quiet as death until loud male-sounding footsteps slapped down the hallway I peeked out, expecting to see a doctor I saw no one; but the footsteps were coming click click click click click click they stopped right at my door a chill went through me I thought of Mr. Eisenhower was he okay? should I go check? too late...

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Every thursday night gracing him with your presence watching your husband bowl...

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Mrs. McFee should have been named Mrs. McGloom. Her conversations are like a nasty weird sonic boom. She likes to spread horrific terrible, worst news. Horror stories spouted with glee as soon as they brew. Mrs. McFee has pancreatic cancer going to her brain. She grins like a Cheshire cat as she gives this refrain. Marty’s cousin died of Covid-19 last...

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