Short Bordello Poems

Short Bordello Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Bordello by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Bordello by length and keyword.


Premium Member POTUS-pimp of the United States

The Oval Office looks gaudy 
And outshines the King of Saudi
Trump’s ugly deco
Gives off an echo 
Of a bordello that’s bawdy
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Rack

nineteen-sixty-five
forty second and San Pedro
backroom of the barber shop
racking pool balls for pennies
or whatever them players
saw fit to handout
hustle in some folk’s eyes
scripture in others
Gandhi or Elijah Muhammad 
Jesus over Iceberg Slim
a world like a bordello
filled with pimps and Johns
and the only ho' in the room 
was me

Resurrection

Resurrection 

Then he died 
As everyone must 
And he entered a tunnel 
Pink light 
Like a boudoir
Sliding on soft silk
Well, I never!
Pity he cannot write 
About it
Doctors resurrected him
They told him 
He had smiled
 So sweetly when they 
Struggled to bring him
 Back to life 
Crucified 
Surrounded 
By Roman soldiers 
Sigh!
His death had been so banal 
A dream of a bordello

Premium Member Soup Creeks Anaya's Steaks

Don’t be buffaloed it’s not Pancho Villa he’s dead
Just have’n a fling before what lies ahead
I respect Soup Creek and its laws
Although some have their flaws
There are no guns allowed where I am headed

Anaya’s Steak House, sure like the ring to that
A place of my own, where I’m no one’s door mat
On my way to the bordello
And then soon the rodeo
Mis campanero’s, I’m bringing my charro hat!
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Xavier and Marilda

His wonderful wizardly was well-known in the glen
Xavier, was more talented than most of his kin
His enchantments could weasel under your skin
Making you fat, angry, happy, or sometimes too thin

Xavier resided at the beastly bordello, Cats Eye Inn
The scrumptiously tasty food there should be a sin
He dated Marilda, who was an identical twin
Her spells were legendary, most of them a true win.
Form: Monorhyme


Premium Member The Root Cause

EPA is not the fellow
Who made the Animus yellow
All that toxic waste
For mine profits has laced 
Our bed which becomes a bordello*

"we are being screwed (I would be more blunt but certain curse words are not allowed here). This happens all the time.

Also, if any of this bothers you, check out Bernie Sanders on youtube.  I came up with a great campaign slogan:  Bernie Sanders doesn't BS you.
Form: Limerick

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