Short Khakis Poems
Short Khakis Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Khakis by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Khakis by length and keyword.
Our old friend Jack is back, he’s
ready for an attack, he’s
armored himself with
a large monolith
splotching Carver’s khakis!
Working with older individuals is an interesting mix
of being told it looks like you are running around with
no pants on because your khakis are light colored
to being told "I'm just wasting away" in answer
to "How are you doing today?" It is my privelege to
respond to all situations with as much grace as I can muster
They have the cutest clothes now for little granddaughters.
I cannot help but buy this outfit.
Another pink and orange thing? My daughter asks.
My granddaughter squeals and runs to her room to change.
She loves the colors I love.
Whereas her mother, my own child prefers khakis and dull browns.
“She is like me,” I say, pleased.
I am running the Sconset bluff path.
I go past darkened houses,
black out curtains hanging,
past Linda Thomas and Jolene Baer
who are chasing rabbits into the privet hedges.
Their fathers call out to them-
“Careful girls!”-
drinks sloshing, ice tinkling
as I go by invisible,
yet sensed.
A summer later,
I will be gone.
Starched, ironed khakis
in a trunk wait ahead in my room.
The beginning and end
of a life never started.
i doubt i could be that girl,
smiling on the cover,
with crooked teeth and khakis.
shes never tasted cum,
or smoked a joint before christmas dinner.
because her parents have money,
thats why she lies on a manicured lawn.
thats why she needs to work.
to be a pharmasist.
a teacher.
another drone in morning traffic,
sipping midpriced coffee
and talking on a motorola.
living a mid-priced life,
i doubt i could act as well as she can.
punk kids sagging pants
no belt needed tonight guys
gonna be a full moon bright
fools showing off jewels
khakis fall past crack of Don
wave of cops demand "PANTS UP"
*this poem was
written for Russell
Sivey's
Contest--- What
Happens During A
Full Moon?
and is a special ode
to all the
youngsters who feel
the need to express
themselves by
wearing pants 3
times too large that
sag around the crest
of their buttocks in
public*----by~ JSLAMBERT