Short Blouse Poems
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Ugh
My blouse
Remnants of
Chocolate Hershey
This blouse just got washed
My poor husband
Will have to
Clean it
Ugh!
silk
ribbons
fancy blouse
she’s slick and smooth
crimped flower petals
dyed to match shoes
ruffled
prom dress
silk
barefoot she's running
all wet across the meadow
blouse full of flowers…
and excited boys whisper
she will scare our deer away!
The widow of Codswallop House
Was observed not wearing a blouse
It seems our vicar
Succumbed to liquor
And pretended to be her spouse
I'm a button on her blouse
roundabout chest-high
Today she cursed because I burst
though her guy's eyes opened wide
sweaty candy frog
sunbathes on popsicle stick
clings to cotton blouse
For contest Haiku, sponsor Mick Talbot
14th March 2018
To
reek
of blouse
sweat. Kindle
inanity like
living room fire, mothers in
coarse grain. Steeped in organic growth. Saturday’s swelled yeast.
A girl with a mouse in her blouse
Ran half-naked into our house
She did not lose face
Nor suffer disgrace
Just lost the mouse and found a spouse!
A lady with sensitive nipples
Wore a blouse revealing the ripples
She went to the pub
Played rub-a-dub-dub
And the men walked around like cripples!
allergy pills all over the house
devoured by us for weather is louse
squirrelled away by a crazy small mouse
who is snoring away inside my red blouse
The wife kicked me out of my house
Saying I'm no longer her spouse
Its all for the best
Now I'm with the rest
Who can put both hands down her blouse!
my freshly pressed frilly white blouse~
mother's soft wrinkled hand comes through sleeve
I went searching inside a blouse
Where a male had looked for a spouse
He searched high and low
For Win, Place, or Show
But girls are afraid of a mouse.
A sophomore at our local school
Would look down a girl's blouse and drool
Girls with some grace
Would slap his face
But not looking would have been cruel!
A Flamenca dancer's loose blouse
Caught the eye of a little mouse
When it jumped inside
She bloody-near died
What flopped out just brought down the house!
There was a shy man from Des Moines
Experience-less but with coin
Dragged to a whore house
He said to her blouse
Watch out Ma’am, your bloomers are showing.
Poland’s shopping center in crooked house,
Showplace of Sopot, fairytale, right Klaus?
A crazy look.
Shop with books.
Where I bought my favorite blue blouse.
Her breast they weigh
on thin blouse - flush
no restraint
against the shoulder - brush
a gentleman’s heart, breath
(thus)
a woman’s breast
we’re born to Trust
Form:
John William Waterhouse
couldn’t paint any female in a blouse.
Pre-Raphaelite, he painted his muses in the nude
or in gowns with tragedy or mythical allure imbued.
dawn’s barbed talons
slowly splay a sleepless night…
crimson scars
daybreak’s ruby blouse
softly drapes a diamond skirt…
morning dew
A flame red lipstick
With black laced sleeve blouse and skirt
Combined with high heels
Mirrors reenergized mood
Radiating with splendor
5-5-2016
A table of eight on the ship.
A Catholic friend takes a sip.
Her ice down her blouse.
The eyes of all rouse.
In bra, do her hands take a dip.
There once was a lady from London
Whose blouse inadvertently came undone
Out popped this guy
With two dark brown eyes
And a jolly jiggle, dum-dee-um-dum
Unbuttoning slowly her blouse
Soft firm breast, whispering
Their flames of desire..
She could not hide, the want
Her beautiful eyes; fondling
Sucking; silk, melting in my heart.
O, the love of pure heart's passion
thrumming wildly beneath his blouse
What he lacks in words, he makes up in action
then look ~ that boyish smile of satisfaction