Short Clientele Poems
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Marilyn Monroe type, she’s a right bombshell
on ice, with windblown red dress, mademoiselle.
Raven gloves flying high.
Snow-white skates fleck blue sky.
Pony show’s feral and free for her clientele.
11/7/2020
Us three dudes are favorite restaurant clientele
Managers come over to talk makes us feel special as hell
Like to think it's only me
But it's probably all three
Always ready to brighten the place in spite of our smell
a crabby courtesan does not do well
when her meanness is seen by clientele
the one I knew named angry night crawler Nell
was so grouchy, she was a very hard sell
the Madame found her a new place to dwell
No one knows what happened to nasty old Nell
Wind, the Barber,
shears the trees
decisively
with naught but
his own Fall design
in mind,
Refusing imaged glass
for his reluctant clientele,
insisting they trust
his ancient artistry,
Born of a driven
fate again
and again.
A businessman wants a quick shine.
He wants both his shoes to look fine.
The man has business clientele to greet.
He wants a professional look that's complete.
There is another professional he must choose.
That is the man that works shining shoes.
Inspired by another member's poem.
Open from dusk til dawn
Our clientele are the
Elite of the elitist
We serve only freshest of drinks
Good evening sir,
How are you and your lady
Tonight, very good to hear
Right this way, yes it is a
Busy night, full moon you know
Here we are, make yourselves
Comfortable, now what was your
Order again, ab or o positive?
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*Image of Spa Coconut Bath Tubs by Pixabay.
The Spa: Fibonacci-Rhyme
The
Spa
when used
be confused
by most first-timers
yet not a case for old-timers.
As timetables vary per clients customary,
employees plan on weekly, shifts expected, with clientele care to be primary.
2022 January 14
HMS; 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, syllables.
A true Banshee knows how to kick some tail
Leprechaun's give and take, but never full sail
A Centaur speaks with the truth, to no avail
Ask a warlock's mistress, likely she won't tell
Aphrodite's abides only to her clientele
She'll put you under a most powerful spell
Wizards conjure the demons from hell
Warlocks are able to escape their cell
Cloven witches remain to ring the bell
Dark shadows create visions from Hell
Premiered at Woodrow’s Roadside Shelter, Vienna, MO – 2/12/2008
ACT 1
Epaminandas at Leuctra
MacMurphy’s Head
Outremer
Silent Butler
Valentine from Valley Forge
La Garde Reculé
Count It with Numbers
ACT 2
If the War Goes On
On the Eve of Camerone
Washichu
Apacharia
Stone Cold Sunshine
Remembrance Day
ACT 3
Holding Attack
End Game
Cold War Clientele
Execution Style
New Dark Ages
Burn Ward
Talking Points
Light Bulb Thinker settled down to concentrate on work
Ideas were parading, from his job he did not shirk.
Librarians hushed their clientele, so LBT could think.
Phrases and vocabulary came to him in green, yellow and pink.
Wonder what is happening? Another thinker asked.
Not sure, said the book worm, is he comfy and masked?
Does he have to be? A patron asked in a hushed tone.
They watched the amazing thinker, as he sat still as stone.
Europe won't survive a cold winter
Israel's and Saudi's ties to us grow thinner
Latin America now under communism's spell
Iran, India, Turkey among Russia's clientele
Mr. Putin's grand strategy now nearly in place
Come say a prayer for the human race
Ukraine can't hold out forever
After that, watch Vladimir pull his levers
Either the United States grows a spine
Or soon on potatoes and cheap vodka we dine
~ Bone up on your Russian, Comrades! ~
My thumbs pressed on the trigger.
The M-2 bucked its load.
I squinted down the barrel
And watched his head explode.
An early morning ambush,
A steaming Luzon hell,
For Ferdi and Imelda,
Our Cold War clientele.
The mission was generic:
Suppress the NPA*.
It didn't really matter
Just who got in the way.
I carried out my orders
And did what I was told,
But Christ, the kid I wasted
Was only twelve years old.
*New People’s Army – a Maoist insurgency
Joanne the willowy vixen
Willing and welcoming
Dancing on the pole
Writhing and gyrating
Erotically cavorting
Like a gracile courtesan
Suppliantly performing for the clientele
Of dirty old men and drunken letches
Debasing herself for meagre reward
In seedy surroundings
Selling herself to wealthy businessmen
With her nakedness she begs
For more paper currency
She calls herself an exotic dancer
But she’s no better than the geisha
Who satisfies a Mikado’s libido
Form:
He wore his big gaudy oversize rolex
Chewing on some tex-mex with his ex
Forever flipping through his rolodex
On the phone with gents and rednecks
He’d invite his clientele to a fashion vortex
On the main floor of his triplex
Where he sold suits in the annex
And quality unisex turtlenecks
In exchange for cash and cheques
When he’d run out he’d offer rainchecks
Or start showing off some fancy crewnecks
Everything to get noticed at discotheques
AP: 3rd place 2021
Why do people pay big bucks
For something by Chanel?
I realize that they’re selling to
A wealthy clientele…
But I really just don’t get it.
Every pocketbook or such
With that famous logo goes for
What most folks would say too much.
And by that, I’m talking thousands
Just to own, what seems to me,
Quite an ugly choice of purses
With a fancy pedigree.
Still, so many women want them
And I really wish I knew
What’s the root of their attraction,
For I haven’t got a clue.
This mall is quite gigantic,
Filled with every type of store.
It even boasts a Ferris wheel,
Which families adore.
The food court, rife with choices,
Is right near the carousel,
Both attracting all the parents,
Beneficial clientele.
There’s a gym and, yes, a dentist!
Climbing platforms for the kids,
So it isn’t universal
That all malls are on the skids.
We just went to pass some hours
On a Sunday afternoon
Which the weather (cold and windy!)
Made seem very opportune.