Short Frowsy Poems

Sheila was blowsy, frowsy, frumpish, dowdy.
matching her unkempt messy, sloppy abode.
gone to seed, meanies said in a nasty way.
we kids saw through Sheila’s shabby drabness.
she was entertaining and fun, and she liked children.
best of all, she had a good heart and terrific stories.
meanies could not even dream of this personality for themselves....

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They have frowsy flamboyant hats,
some are born English,
while others are obviously alien.

They need a deep corner to thrive,
or a high ceiling.

Like Maasai maidens their necks
are stretched to infinity,
they will not take much manhandling.

If we ever find their spaceships
we will need a stepladder
to greet their leader.

They both cure depression
and bring depression on,
especially if you stand too long
in their shadows.
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