The day you begin to feel the cold,
Is the day you are starting to get old.
I couldn't bear anything on my feet,
But now I wear socks in bed and cover them with a sheet.
I always went naked to bed,
But now I wear pajamas instead.
My cat, Chester, stopped mid-purr,
donning plush polka-dot fur.
'Twas then that he upspoke,
"Let's have ourselves a toke".
The rest is just a blur.
Those pajamas would look good on her
he thought as he began to purr.
That cool cat would then declare,
"I'll buy me a pair."
From the vantage point where I sit,
the cat's pajamas are a difficult fit.
I'm not one of those
who thinks a cat should wear clothes -
and I don't mind saying it one bit.
my cousin and her granddaughter have birthdays ten days apart
I try to send them something I think they can use
My cousin is ultra-thin, so I sent her red and black checked footie pajamas
I sent her ten-year-old granddaughter pajamas in the same material
They put them on, took a picture and sent it to me
Then Lennox, the granddaughter, drew a cartoon of them wearing them
She put that on my cousin’s birthday present from them
That’s when I knew she really liked dressing like her grandmother
I was touched to see that photo!
footie pajamas
keeping me warm in winter
grippers on the feet
christmas pajamas
everyone in fleece footies
picture memories
feeling silly now
do it for your grandparents
thrilled with it later
wear pajamas to breakfast if you can
this was said by my cute guy garbage man
he is a witty guy, this man named Stan
He said it to my dementia-teetering grandma Nan
She showed up in the cafeteria in her pajamas too
They have cartoon ponies on them in pink and blue
No one noticed, for the rest of them were casual at this meal.
No one hustled her back to her room, it was no big deal.
I do not own a pair of pajamas
In winter, what do I do
Do I pile on the covers
or do I lie there and shiver
If I leave this to your imagination
you might charge me with sexploitation
So, here’s my secret –
No, I don’t borrow my son’s
What I do is close the window!
It’s off with the clothes
~ On with the skin show
You are still in your pajamas he arrogantly said
You bet your cheeks I am I replied to Old Fred.
This is day six for these bad boys, never say die.
I love being retired and this is a big reason why.
She put her cowboy boots on first and then her make up
Sniffing her ample posterior was her wiener dog Mup.
His brother Max looked interested from the cozy chair.
But if he left his cushion, Mup would be there.
She put lipstick and powder on her pretty face.
She is one of their besties, corpulent woman, Grace.
Her husband asked “why did you put your boots on first?”
She gave him a look that was one of her worst.
I mean, you are in your pajamas right? asked old Fred.
The dogs knew this was a mistake. But neither said.
Don’t go there with her! She is wearing that to work.
Don’t be ridiculous, Grace said. Don’t be a jerk!
But those are your PJ’s right? Fred said again.
She flounced away as if he had committed a sin.
He looked at the dogs and said “I like you the best.”
He was now in the doghouse, as you could have guessed.
When snows beset slippers upon the feet,
and draw tears of pain upon reddened cheek.
Thoughts of former boots instill chilled notions,
that will call for future healing potions.
Someone asks of you, "what were you thinking?"
you answer with shivers between blinking.
"I must track this wet to the farmers' fare,
for my beloved a fine meal to share."
"She is demanding but I am in love,
and willing to be to her hand a glove."
The clouds will let loose one more shed of snow,
his nose to run and not feeling a toe.
Now reaching the place of his desire,
his sleeping goddess and a warm fire.
With a full stomach and a look so sweet,
she tenderly held and tickled his feet.
date: 9/30/22
Wearing my p.j.’s again today.
Third day?
Fourth?
Nineteenth?
It is my painting outfit, so back off.
I take a whiff.
It’s not that bad yet.
I might put it into the laundry.
The laundry king knows it has to be washed by morning.
Guess I will keep him another forty-nine years.
When a ladder leaps like a lady bug
and the patterns turn away
Where the coffee needs an electric plug
now on any given day
Will the sun outlast it’s father
as the field comes round the bend
Till the winds forget to bother
and the season calls an end
Collected like a postage stamp
that's far too sharp to lick
Or a Sunday at a summer camp
just pulling off a tick
Found along some checkered highway
in a bag thrown in the air
Can you count the lonely buttons
that are tangled in your hair
Now I feel the lamp light burning
as the banjos start to wail
When the stars at night are churning
and a comet cuts its tail
Will you stand beside me waiting
for the promises I keep
In the land of old pajamas
that shall find us in our sleep
When I heard about Granny's pajamas
Honest, I started to cry
Yet when I saw her flaunt them
I understood why ~
There's more to Granny than meets the eye
-- An Admirer, April 16, 2021
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