Placemats Poems - Poems about Placemats

...The Home Goods store sells things you need And many things you don’t. Some people buy both types of things, But others simply won’t. Their Halloween collection Is immense and so much fun, Wit......Read the rest...

...I want a large house. Large enough to keep it all for myself. In the kitchen I want a table. A table large enough to fit a million people. Not because I want a million people to sit with me,but becau......Read the rest...

...Cats, cats do the catnip dance Watch as they scuttle, and prance And arch their backs Cats, cats in their hypnotic trance Pass out near their placemats They need more before they play With thei......Read the rest...

...Handprints to this day Are unique they belong to just one person. Parents seek to preserve them so they can Show how little your hand was when you Were born. They do this in many ways. Handpri......Read the rest...

...I found a fairy tree hotel In an oak tree that looks like a cactus with Many homey rooms going up to the top Branches deep in the forest. Do tell. It's definitely a five star. The front door is ......Read the rest...

...Baptized in the Jordan The preacher announced on the bus: "We are heading to the Jordan river, those wishing to be baptized will get their chance." Thoughts of being dunked in the same ......Read the rest...

...The cuttlefish are laughing today. Comedy came creating calm conical creations. A large cake came wading over the nine mile swamp. Why are you sat in a hexagonal formation? Dominance is derived from ......Read the rest...

...The sky was yellow, with sparkling beams in iridescent gold reflected on the pointed hat of an elf, two centuries old. The hostess of the hour was sweet in a robe of mismatched dyes. She ente......Read the rest...

...As I struggle with thoughts about life, I pack up Christmas items: (1) Removed Christmas China decorated with holly (2) Stacked up those gold charger plates now no party (3) Bagged up the ce......Read the rest...

...For those who say that skill defines the art, And nothing matters more than perfect form, I must admit, they conjure up a storm, That devastates the realm of home and heart. But from this Devil's......Read the rest...

...Like autumn leaves the years had withered and blown away. Her schoolgirl dreams had been set aside or if appropriate wrapped in gay-patterned paper and placed beneath the Christmas tree of her he......Read the rest...

...The Christmas tree stands alone But still decorated with lights glowing The family has come and gone A misty tear drop with a quiet groan Remembering the days when they were home The Christmas......Read the rest...

...All those times she took out her tablecloth and spread it 'O so gently' kept me coming back. It was her soup I'd see; the celery bits I'd act. A broth to be tapped of oil not strewn. As thic......Read the rest...