Serviette Poems - Poems about Serviette

...He loves catching fish, It’s his everyday wish, At dawn, he sets his boat ready, Even though his boys are sometimes heady, Off he goes for a bounty catch, The weather is never a match to hind......Read the rest...

...Hope-losing Miss Lizzy, Already looking dizzy, Now knows it isn’t easy: Bartending for The Like-Ant-Busy: Customers quick to be queasy Over served glasses visibly greasy. Teeth-gnashing, bari......Read the rest...

...The wake I can't cope with this everything is arranged the women in my house are talking about handbags that much not match the dress. Or is it the other way around I tried my suit it was to......Read the rest...

...It all started with a bet Inside a launderette Over a cigarette With a brunette I hadn’t yet met Her name was Marie-Antoinette As she said it she did a pirouette And wow what a silhouette C......Read the rest...

...Beware of Poets Don`t trust a poet` s declaration of love it is the words he means, the turn of a phrase you just happen to be there as he looks you in the eyes thinking; I have to write down t......Read the rest...

...Paris Sonnet I visited Paris a few days ago went into a café And ordered a cream cake, the slice was huge And had a yellow liquid on top, I was assured It was sweaty sugar. Tiny footsteps ......Read the rest...

...The last strains of decrescendo were still in my ears Dancing at the masque party time flew leisurely on downy feathers The night was still youthful, the breath enjoying every fragrant inhale The ......Read the rest...

...I was on me way to Adelaide, to watch the Blues take on the Crows, it’ll be a super effort winning there, as every Vic here knows, I could have flown and watched the game and done it in one day, b......Read the rest...

...WORDS SO SWEET. I pronounce your heart My target point. You have no spear this Why I continue to hunt fear. I heard you live in Zion and Sleep next to lions. I would be hu......Read the rest...

...Solomly the mist drifted aimlessly, cloaking moor and heather, the curlew and grouse silenced by the haunting of a solitary piper. Kilt clad from rocky outcrop, the lament Land Of My Youth ech......Read the rest...

...Toulouse, oh please do place a hand on me Your pen will sketch what your eyes can see The ladies’ legs as they dance the can-can Make me feel like more than a napkin Toulouse, oh s'il vous plaî......Read the rest...

...Underneath the huge iced white Christmas tree balls Eyebrow lifted as she sank back into the leather chair. Comfortable ,eyes no longer sunken with dehydration. Gingerbread and curds being sugared......Read the rest...