Short Blonde Poems
Short Blonde Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Blonde by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Blonde by length and keyword.
Finely
Lovely
Gently
Nicely
Pretty blonde with finely lovely face
that captures with gently nicely smile.
1-20-2018
Smart women’s fashion today
Matching glasses with their hair
Pink or blue mixing with gray
— Blonde is so passé
10/5/2018
1 bottle of wine
1 block of cheese
Many cuba libres
Chopped dreams 2 ounces
1 blonde far away
Heat till melancholy
Serve chilled
churning and darting
changing from blonde to brunette
do calisthenics
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August 26, 2014
Form: Haiku
I remember my first love
she had white blonde ringlets
and she laughed when we kissed
and I knew I’d love someone else
someday
Longing
for respect,
loved for who she realy was,
not who she appeared
to be
Mayilyn-Forever Blonde-open this fall in London
I once fell headfirst
for a stunning, curvy blonde
till "Go fly a kite!"
were the only words I heard...
I learned dart throwing instead.
A turtle in a dirty pond
Was picked up by a dirty blonde
Trump said that the water
Was gonna get hotter
Unless she squirts his magic wand
Our Vicar has a magic wand
A gift from some old vagabond
Though our choir can't sing
His "uppity" thing
Will rise to salute every blonde!
I was sipping a cup of tea
When a buxom blonde winked at me
To further my chance
I unzipped my pants
Who knew cops have handcuffs for three?
Her sexuality constantly vaunted
Nakedness continually flaunted
With long shapely legs
Lets do it she begs
Then away she casually sauntered
He was hooked by bleach blond fish
Only concerned with his
Onyx deed and red tie to please
Kinda dumb to be at
Ease
Really Trump is a rump
to be in love again
like before. like the movie.
when you can feel the universes are
all
just the right size
and everything fits like a
glove
My fingers love to ripple down her long blonde curly hair
Date Written: 2/17/2023
2 Place
I once was a cat in a band
played the axe with only one hand
my daddy cheered on
when I was a blonde
now I chase young bucks in the sand
hehe
My Lady Fair is usually bare
And never appears the worse for wear
As plain as can be
The whole world can see
She is blonde on top and blonde down there
Universal in high-school theater groups-
Final call from their coach, “Kids, go break a leg!”
Overanxious blonde runs to get the cast.
We dream of a fling with a blonde
With red heads and brunettes we'd abscond
Yes--carried away!
But if her locks be gray
Our minds with hair dye can be conned
The willowy blonde with flaxen hair
Showed icy eyes at the county fair
Being cruel and mean
And stuck up like a queen
Suiters were no longer standing there
Abra cadaver
What’s all this palaver
You’ll saw her in half
Can I have her?
Now if I mascara this,
Add some red lipstick,
Color blonde in my hair,
Botox if I dare,
Would I make me lovely, indeed,
Or profits for the cosmetic industry?
Billie Boy was a lad from Down Under
Who with explosives rarely did blunder.
But he became diverted
By a blonde short-skirted.
Blam! Off to Wagga Wagga asunder.
A vain, self important baboon
Would preen as he made ladies swoon
Chin chiselled and firm
A blonde curly perm
His butt still looks like a balloon
the clotting of her
soup hydrogen soup carbon
timebomb becomes blood
the bleaching of hair
black turn brown then back to red
timebomb becomes blood
6/22/19
Coventry's Lady Godiva goes
side saddle, naked from head to toes;
her blonde hair down to there,
and her bottom all bare,
'cause farmers pay taxes through the nose.