Pantaloons Poems | Examples

Bragging Charlotte

Charlotte the fancy hippo put on airs all the time
her clock was better than most, it had a lovely chime
She had the fanciest laces on her pantaloons, for sure.
Charlotte confided that she had sweet smelling manure

Some believed her but others knew much better.
We had smelled her gas through her jeans and sweater.
Today she is on a swing bragging it is the best around.
Some of us are hoping it breaks and she ends up on the ground.

King Midas and The Golden Touch

King Midas and The Golden Touch

A wish was granted to a king
King Midas I am told.
He wished that everything he touched
Would turn to solid gold.
But soon he found he couldn’t eat,
He couldn’t drink nor sleep - 
His pantaloons had turned to gold,
His horses and a sheep.
And so he prayed his wish be gone
Admitting to his greed,
He had to jump into a lake
In order to be freed.
And as he jumped into that lake
The bottom turned to gold - 
That gold was gathered by a king
King Croesus I am told.

when I spot a squirrel

When I spot a squirrel
It is never common, ordinary or naked
They are usually fully dressed without a smile
The one I spied this morning wore a blue shirtwaist
When she ran up a tree, I saw white eyelet on her pantaloons
I wisely keep some of these observations to myself.

Fall Rhapsody

Rhymes in Nine 2 10-11-24 Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone Picture #4
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Fall Rhapsody

Fall rhapsody to BEGIN, TOLD IN scarlet tones,
A SERENADE for strings in a PARADE of russet GOLD hues -
A JUBILEE for acorns and for oaks in an autumn harvest JAMBOREE.

Maple LEAVES BLUSH in SHEAVES of firelight crimson choruses
Courtly LOVE sung like minuets OF twilight THRUSH vespers
MERRY harmonies of CRANBERRY aria odysseys.

Trees FESTOONED in UMBER pantaloons cast off MAROONED melodies
Twilight breezes FAN a cinnamon TAN pup in SLUMBER -
Orange opus CALLS when fall RECALLS harvest harmony.

Sampler On the Parlor Wall

Picture on the Parlor Wall 9-27-24
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Sampler on the Parlor Wall

Shadows born from dawdling light
Stretch across a firelit room set with porcelain cups,
From tea parties long ago and faraway,
With an invitation to sample sweets and savories
Like the sampler on the parlor wall.

Beneath neat rows of alphabets stories gather,
Verses stitched with silk and dreams
And numbers that taught a woman’s craft –
A child’s wishes fly with birds and lady bugs –
Wishes to convince a suitor at the door of her wifely worth
In tidy stitches foreshadowing an orderly life.

A young lady-girl in pantaloons and blue sashes
Weaves circles of symphonic dots in French wheels
While lazy daisy chains meander on her linen fields -
Magic flares in her zigzag lines, her wishes on wooly stars.

No signature remains from her little hand -
Her hearth, her home, her heart –
Only a legacy of butterflies and roses sampled on a parlor wall
And a tiny scarlet dot of imperfection like a signature remains
Embroidered into a sampler embracing each dawn and dusk.

gussied up frog lady

Gussied up Frog Lady is proper but not prim.
Her grotesque legs are thick and spotted, not thin.
She wears pantaloons with lace of cotton white.
Her stretched out undershirt is way too tight.

Frog Lady tries to put her pinkie up to drink.
Her fingers are webbed, and nothing is pink.
We can tell she is trying to be better than us.
She is an arrogant woman, says Mrs. McGus.

Sir Reginald Fly Eating Frog

Sir Reginald Fly-eating Frog is dapper and tall
Women swarm around him when he goes to the mall.
Some scream their appreciation as if Elvis is near.
He is my cousin, and I try to tell them he’s not really that dear.

He is dapper and distinguished though one argues toward me.
I look at him and roll my eyes, I know him better than thee.
I think it’s his jumping legs that puts their pantaloons in a spin.
He is diabolical too, truly not a catch, in no way a win.

Madcap Victorian Horsewomen

Those madcap Victorian horsewomen were super confident
Silly when you realize they were riding at breakneck speeds, sidesaddle
In those day a woman did not know it was okay to wear pants.
The closest thing she could be caught alive in would be pantaloons.
I am staring at the screen years later, wondering ….
Do they break their tailbones when they fall off?
Or do their bustles serve as a landing pillow?

A Bit of Hokay Pokay

Methinks I'm overdoing these pep talks
You people must be tired and bored
I hereby announce, going back to the sillies
Worry not, it's off my own accord

A niche that's always been my cup of tea
Poetry that includes lots of humour
Get quite a kick out of making folks laugh
Losing my smile's just a rumour

So here we go, are you ready for this stuff
I'm afraid it can get a bit hokay
What did the water say to the cruise ship?
Nothing, it just waved... okay-dokay

Now wasn't that extremely thoughtful of me
Coming up with this comedic gem
I'm not just another pretty face you know
I'm real kind and a genuine friend

Are you ready to bust a gut laughing again
Well maybe I'm exaggerating a bit
Are you ready to pee in your pantaloons
Oops sorry! No off colour quips

I've always been known as a rebellious sort
But I've tried hard to mend my ways
So it's nothing but sillies from this day forward
You can bet all your hard earned pay!

I Choose the White Crocodile

They drew straws to see who would choose first.
A dainty curly-haired girl with blue eyes drew the long straw.
“I choose the white crocodile please!”
The other children gasped, surprised.

“That would have been my last choice!” many said to each other.
“He matches my go-go boots, lace pantaloons and curtains,” said the girl.
The crocodile was pleased too. He had his eye on this girl for a little while.
Her skin looked so pink and tasty.

Loving Sweetie Pie

Sweetie pie in your red and white dress and bows on your head,
Your blonde hair makes a pretty ponytail the lady said.
Your chubby pink cheeks indicates your age around two
Those eyelet trimmed stiff legged pantaloons look terrific on you.

Darling girl with a glowing complexion perfect and fine.
I adore seeing you wearing that old red dress of mine.
You make it look fresh, I sing out into the world with glee.
Did not look that great on grandma and that would be me.

The Witch With Pizzazz

The witch with pizzazz had her chunky legs on display.
Showing off her striped socks and pantaloons to many today.
Why does she sit like that? A younger uninformed lad said.
She is an older witch whose fashion sense curls up in her head.

The witch with pizzazz had a laugh that made us all think.
She was delectable and delightful, like a clean kitchen sink.
She roared to earth pushing her legs against the night air.
We saw that she dressed with absolute infamous care.

Discussing Womens Underwear

How about using a soft comfy material?
You are being silly. Those materials are for men.
Women like being uncomfortable.
Having the tight elastic garter belt stuck in their crack.
Rubbing against their cheeks, rubbing them raw and red.

Okay, what about this idea – giving them some open legged underwear. 
Are you crazy? So someone else can reach under there and get my goods?
Your goods?  I thought they were MY goods.

My grandma said that pantaloons were great; they came off and on fast.
Your grandma said this!
Before grandpa snapped a chastity belt on her of course.

Emily

Emily Airdyne Mobile
         Went on a picnic and ate a small meal,
         Chatted with dolls and played in the grass,
         Chased shadows away with her silly laughs.

Emily Airdyne Mobile
         Liked to dance the Virginia reel,
         Had a band on her little white hand,
         Did splits when ever she can.

Emily Airdyne Mobile
         Had a large name to fit a small frame,
         Went away in a balloon made from lace pantaloons,
         And hasn't returned from the moon to this day!
Emily Airdyne Mobile

The New Moons

Talking about the trends that are new
Inspire my future beyond the new moons
Many long days ahead
Still butter my own bread
And put on my own socks and pantaloons

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