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Saleswoman Poems - Poems about Saleswoman


Premium MemberWhat to do?

...What to do?



It's Saturday morning, 09:16, I'm hesitating, I don't know where I'm going. Where?

Where should I go? To where? Oh, I have many ideas, I have many. You need it all

It is now ...
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Categories: saleswoman, life,
Form: Free verse

Her First Name Is Precious

...Her first name is Precious: 
A saleswoman not anxious
To flee from shop not spacious
For another with items more luscious!

That’s, perhaps, why she is Precious:
Twenty years but ever gracious,...
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Categories: saleswoman, appreciation, beauty, character, humanity,
Form: Rhyme



Being Proactive After Getting Hoodwinked

...(alternatively titled: tardy duff fender of assertiveness,
especially after adjusting following insanity clause
affixed with rubber baby-buggy bumpers)

Methinks I nearly got snookered
courtesy ...
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Categories: saleswoman, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Eighteen Wheeler

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Used carcase dealer
got a crash dummy discount
for the 
covetous consumer

Pyramid chain customers
all have the
Pharaoh chariot lust

Crypto-coin tarnished souls
want a cartel vehi...
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Categories: saleswoman, dark, death, money, symbolism,
Form: Verse

Premium MemberThat Dream

...I met a young woman from the middle east
She asked me to walk her to town,
and took my arm.
She felt good, smelt nice
auburn hair, white jacket and trousers,
crisp cotton, studded with gemstones...
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Categories: saleswoman, dream,
Form: Free verse



Premium MemberAnother One For the Road

...Okay I am going to write another funny poem
then I will call it a night
Bed time
Is there sofa time
Recliner time?
Why?
I am in them more than I am in bed
Do you like twins?
I just love twins...
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Categories: saleswoman, faith, fun, funny,
Form: Free verse

Small Decisions

...A holiday craft fair – I needed a bag.
I’d looked for a while, and that was a drag.
I passed by a vendor – a bag called my name.
It had a few faults; my objections seemed lame.

The straps were too s...
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Categories: saleswoman, confusion, urban,
Form: Rhyme

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