Short Dolled Up Poems
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Uptown girl living the dream
She gets dolled up on saturday night
anticipating date all week long
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
my neighbour was a simple woman
quiet and modest in all ways
she led the kind of life
that most would never envy
from nine to five she'd pay her dues
but then on weekends would come to life
she'd get dolled up and put on heels
and turn into a real live beauty queen
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Dolled up powerful women,
interested in building the table;
Very often off on their own,
always by their own design;
Leave her to it
if you don’t appreciate focus
cause’ she’s not gonna back down;
Insane to every onlooker
of course that is why they fail,
Unlimited ambitious dreams,
she’s crazy until they come true.
I won't miss a moment
At the daylight I wake ,
Getting all dolled up
For the Sun to take
Lifting my senses
That warm thick breeze
My heart dances
Waited so long
A season so fleeting ,
The sound of a splash
A sweet song on the air
18 hour days, hard at play
I'll sleep when it's over
That rhythm of Summer
Gotta date
with my baby
out on the town
with my gal
wearing the
new shoes
my honey
gave me
she's dolled up
in diamonds
and pearls
stepping out
with my lady
supper
and dancing
what ah
wonderful world
go to the rink
skate ah
little while
she's got a fashion
she's gotta style
we'll skate a bit
and dance a while
I'll kiss her cheek
to make her smile
It matters getting dolled up;
I didn’t realize how much
until there was no reason,
no one around to see it ;
No more clothes flirting with words
beauty fading from the world,
women thrive in cherry gloss;
Feeling pretty makes you smile;
Sweats and pajamas all day
surprised sadness is mounting?
Dresses cannot be depressed;
So paint your nails wear the heels,
it matters getting dolled up.
I am sure footed every time
never fallen in all my born days
times I go outside and look up
then I think and sing to the stars
as I smirk, then I go back inside
there was a girl, all dolled up
gave me a wink, and I thought to wink
then we parted ways, I moseyed on
and again she saw me and leaned
towards me and gave me a hug
I knew not what to do, till she said
"Giddy up little horsey", and we did
through streets of déclassé squalor, i wander,
courtesan of chaos my feet bare,
ballerina on the dirty floor
o the city's kin of decay,
ragtag orchestra plays its dirge;
an eerie swan song.
i dance with shadows, a mistress of midnight's
in alleyways, i hear the ghosts of carnal revelries,
know the dolled-up ghoul of society's sweet melee,
her cocktail shrouded in obtuseness,
shares its waves of beer-fused intoxication
She's all dolled up, looking cool and hot, that's better than she's used to
Out on the town looking around for a guy that's better than she's used to
Looking cute in her go-getter suit, wish she were mine loving like we used to...
I see her face in the middle of the night
I lay awake and wonder why
A love so strong could ever die
And I cry...
Repeat three verses
Repeat chorus
Copyright ©? Jeff W. Watson, August 5, 2026
WOMEN AGAINST
MEAN WOMAN
IS AN NON FOR PROFEIT
ORGANIZATION
THAT CHAMPIONS WEAKER MENS
AND WEAKER WOMEN CAUSES
AGAINST MEAN BROADS SYNDROME
THE SLANG FOR THE ORGANIZATION
IS BATTRE UNE CHIENNE
OR CUDDLE DOG SYNDRME
THE ORGANIZATION WAS FORMED
IN HARLEAM NEW YORK
IN 1932 BY AN UNKNOWN SOURCE
FUNDED BY SUPER HERO'S
FROM
BLACK HORNET
TO GREEN LANTERN,
THEY SAY EVEN
BEX THE DRECKLER
SUPPORTED THEM
GAL'S FRESS FROM BATTE UNE CHIENNE!
A light shines deep inside
Strong and sharp , a cloudless
sky
Never to be seen with long
tresses,
I Don't do shy submissive
glances
I abhor ' arm candy' dolled up
in heels and lace
Sorry boys, I won't ever be
your damsel in distress
Weakness is swallowed
And spit out with rage
a trail of glitter on the floor
Shattering delicate sensibilities
A carnivorous flower
Punching with thorns
Sorry boys, I am my own
Knight in Shining armor
Getting all dolled up, even the plainest moth can become a butterfly.
Looks are made alluring when body, nails and hair
Are given glints of gorgeousness! One becomes candy for the eye!
More flash than inner substance, it’s all external flair.
Only inner beauty requires no assistance from a glam squad entourage.
Ultra-chic yet likely vain are those concerned all the time with fanfare.
Riches can buy glitz, but it’s merely a mirage.
Broad in the beam
not much of a looker
this crusty rust-bucket
of nuts screws and bolts
is a crabby old hooker
as luck would have it
dolled up trolling for supper
at any port in a storm
she still gives good service
tho' down on her uppers
now showing her years
deep in the scuppers
yet still on the game
fishing by night for a living
not to sully or bruise her good name
tho' one might unduly call her
a 'Cruiser'
this goodly vessel is truly a trawler
Injustice likes to operate in dank and dark places
Injustice doesn't want to be recognized by it's attributes or faces
Injustice goes slinking around staying away from the Light
In this way Injustice can play
Using all of his might
You won't find Injustice all dolled up at the ball
Or making loud jokes on your trip down the hall
Injustice likes going incognito
Unseen by us All
If anyone's seen him
Please announce
With pointed fingers and a loud clarion call!
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