Short Doffed Poems

Santa dropped in and was eager to pay,
Viagra was sadly left in the sleigh.
A tart doffed her teddy,
Said, "Santa I'm ready,
But doubt you're able to do it that way."...

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daily I went to  Roldan' bakery
task that I performed with mastery
 it rained the bag of bread  wet...
to solve  it  I doffed my shirt
   bread safe... was applauded for bravery...

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A fair maid took a stroll on the beach,
In the moonlight while eating a peach.
        Afraid the juice dripping down
        Might soil her gown,
She doffed it and juice ran down each....

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He dresses in robes, carefully coiffed 
He enters the nave, mitre is doffed
He preaches a tale, to eager sheep
He fleeces their wool, his tithe to keep
He blesses the flock, they’ve had their fill
He slithers away, forked tongue now still

January 1, 2022...

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The lyric deft and yet bereft, its logic baldly doffed:
an heir in err, a progeny ‘twas not untimely off’d.
In aggregate, the follicles that sprout the facial hair,
protrude a plain that’s primed for pain, as microbes nestle there.
To mow the glade with steely blade creates a field of woe;
the pain-free knight, his own mote smites, so mites midst hair might grow.
...

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...“This is the way it’s always been,
Paul himself was once a demon,
now the guy’s a literal saint,
the door’s open to everyone.”

With that the strange man doffed his hat,
got up and returned to his life,
leaving Dez confronted by choice,
to do evil, or to do right.

Would he take the chance given to him,
or serve the dark master below?
…Dez died as a father of five,
which tells us all we need to know....

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Rich with a conscious
Living in the city
A socialist soul 
In a barrister cloths
His money worry’s
Involve can he count that high
And which home to use tonight
The tribulations of the socialist right 
How dare the masses disagree
Its Europe all the way 
The man's no sign post just a weather vane
 Two Keir's do not make us labour
The red flag fly’s at half mast 
And caps  are doffed at labour passing
All hail Keir Starmer the saviour of the right...

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I walk a mile, smiling and smoking
A cigarette. Awaits me are glad-hands.

Preacher explains in terms I know.
For the sermons, is why I will go.

Wearing jeans and a pretty blouse,
I stand and sing along in my head.
Last time I held a note, last song.

Once I raised my hand to have head
Doffed off. It's a choice in the Bible.

God lives. Parks, darks and lights.
Nights are colder, my soul is older.

I eat wafer and drink grape juice in
Honour of my parents, now long gone....

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