He is a good man with morals
He takes good care of his wives
He boasts about his wives a lot
Especially people's wives.
Our husband doesn't cheat says the wives
He's a responsible man with morals
Just but ten he married us
He promised not to marry again.
Our husband doesn't sleep at home
He said we scream a lot
He needs concentration for his work
So he sleeps in hotels of his choice.
What a wonderful man God gave us
He has seven secretaries for himself
Each tends to him when needed he said
Though we don't know what our husband does for a living. But we do know he works at night and doesn't sleep at home.
There’s too little in life to bestow boon,
So much pain to rob us the warmth of noon,
So, to inject some fun,
Warmth to winter’s dull sun,
To honour tradition
At a sub-way station,
Impart levity to one afternoon,
Let’s look pant-less silly--
All us, Tom and Billy.
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Happenings|24.01.2025| humour, laughter, fun
Poet’s note: no trousers tube ride was first held in New York in 2002, and in London in 2009.
Blood - thirsty Agitators:
Their leader's imitators;
All the wild participants
With their slogans for drunk chants
And they all had pitch - Black pants:
The first thing Black Union grants
White's your doom just transparent,
One's white pant one's Death Warrant!
Thirst for fresh blood inherent,
One's bleeding corpse to parent
We're the Huge Elephants
For no business with crushed ants
What our legs do, too, to plants,
Out of their tips forcing rants
"Every new day never plans
Your big cannots to us " cans!".
What women stuff in their knickers
Would scare the Hell out of vicars
But girls must know
Win, Place, and Show
The Best of Blue Ribbon liquors
I know there are many examples of gender equality issues
but I wish to write about women's pant pockets
be they jeans or other pants . . .
the pockets in women's pants are tiny and useless
but men's pockets are large enough for a wallet, a cell, keys
and maybe things we do not even want to know about
why do men deserve big useful pockets and women don't ?
not all women want to carry a big fat wallet
with our life story within . . .
nor carry a purse to put that wallet in
that resembles carry on luggage
We want pockets, big pockets in our jeans, our pants
and how about those fake pockets designers think we need
those totally useless, pointless fake pockets, sigh
Women of the world are demanding useful pockets in their pants
is that too much to ask for ?
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February 6, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Women's Pant Pockets
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1223-637-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Gender Equality
sponsor, Kia Michael Neumann
Sixth Place
I come before you holy;
Ah! but the pebbles on my feet are so rough;
The mack daddy will flee, in pants of poly;
Forgot to check for cars first though;
Hope is never hopeless;
Alas, my leg of dry gangrene,
hath fallen off again;
Where's the Scotch tape?
In a dress? A dress, address;
Out west,
is where I went, alone in my escape
4/24/19
She bought the underwear
I am wearing,
The blankets I am sleeping in:
The pots I am cooking in:
The lotion I am smearing on my skin;
All I have are her pants
To remind me of her beautiful scent;
I am tired of living like a fool,
Away from the only love I know;
I didn't want to write,
I am having strange dreams
I don't know how I will make this right;
But I just have to.
Satan hates the best of relationships,
For certain,
This time he won for the last time.
Now I am sleeping with her pant
On my nose,
Just falling short of licking it!
How white is your pant that you boast?
Every pant wore within is dirty and smelling,
How white is your singlet that you shoulder high
As if you own the whole air that walks around?
Tell the children that died before their time
That nature cheated them before they came.
How white is your mouth that you smile always?
Close a little and allow others to smile a little,
How precious is your private area that you laugh?
Laugh a little and allow others to space their breaths.
Every thunder has its sounding style and lightening;
Every teeth is supported by gums that fails.
Hold not yourself as righteous as the snow,
Battle with your conscience day and night;
For through it you cause many atrocities.
How white is your smile and laughter?
How white is your cry behind the bereaved ones?
I have seen men and, men with music in their
Throat sin not always like those with laugh in their lips.
Listen and watch the sun wrapping its body going home before the unholy darkness comes to visit.
Help the poor and the needy; no one is perfect on earth.
A pant-less lady
liked to go places
she was rather bawdy
and liked to loosen her laces
she was spied by a grandee
he pulled up his braces
then gave her lots of brandy
alas he could not undo his breeches
A pant-less lady
liked to go places
one has to admit she is barmy
as her wares she discloses
love to prance
willing to take a chance
it cloth or new too
red white and blue
loves to dance
they call him
FANCY PANTS
Hold me you bloody fool
make love to my mind
cover me with your embrace
tamper with my wants enter
into my needs shower me
with moon lit kisses drown me
within your passionate glow
stop breathe sigh and touch me
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