Mumu Poems - Poems about Mumu

...We were hillbillies when we lived in the north But now that we are Floridians, we have to come forth Admit that we love wearing pajamas and nighties all day When I go outside, my attire scares the......

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...I have one mumu It disappeared a week ago The second I stopped searching I found it I had accidentally turned it inside out The inside is white and dull; boring Nothing like the outside with ......

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...Soft t-shirts, warm flannels, easy to step into Cozy fleece, light cotton, stretchy elastic waistbands Comfy nightgowns, flowered pajamas, and a mumu Retirement encourages a new way to dress Comf......

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...she cannot get into clothes anymore prefers a blue mumu or sweat pants red meat eater from Iowa well-fed with carbohydrates rotund and Rubenesque waddles into rooms squat and stocky overweight......

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...it is one of those placid docile what-do-we-do April days. I sit outside naked except for my light polyester mumu. an airplane wakes the cloud with her powerful engine noises. my wind chimes tingl......

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...What is her name? We asked those who lived on floor blue. Her name is Moo, and she is always wearing a flowered mumu. No someone argued; that cow’s name is Frank footer Sue. Why would that be? We ......

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...Chilling with the big boys My brother my blood There is no quick road to success There is no short root to life Except you want to die young And land your life in endless troubles Bro no b......

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...A Poem in Pidgin English Me, ma na SARS I sabi drop bars My gun ready to blast Any youth wey dey drive cars If tattoos na your singlet We go treat you like piglet If you no gree cooperate O......

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...Come in and type practical side urges me I laugh my petootsie off IT'S TIME! Type A screams in my ear I roll my eyes in disgust at being pressured Sixty-seven degrees outside today It lures m......

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...Wearing a mumu again today Fooling myself into semi-believing no one can tell I have gained too much weight That my thighs rub together as I walk And I am lumbering like a beast Wearing a mumu......

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...I am a sloth, a slob, a slug During the summer when school is out. I move in slow motion from chair to couch to bed. I am in the throes of binge eating – sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar, sugar and s......

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...When I was a child my utmost dream was to be recognized, famous. I determined that it is rather a curse, not a joy, for it impedes freedom. Being a hippie I relish my seclusion and communal time; I......

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...Yes, This Day Is Done In the corner of the deck unseen, An old lady with a floppy straw hat, Tired, arthritic, reads in afternoon's cool, And listens for the dogs. For first there is a hum o......

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...If I had a wishing stick I would ask for world peace The lovely beauty pageant contender said into the mike Generous generous generous You are allowed three wishes, the commentator said. Oh, g......

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...I am the stereotype of a middle-age lady with grey hair Working as a preschool teacher Wearing mumu dresses in bright colors A Sunday school teacher wanting to make it a full-time job To w......

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