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Saleswoman Poems - Poems about Saleswoman


Premium Member What 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
... 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 Member That 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 Member Another 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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