Short Martinis Poems

“all a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini”
(Jack Freestone)


or a fully clad one ~ he finds becoming after ten martinis...

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Mister Donald J. Trump went on a cruise
Got lathered up on martinis and booze --
   In glided Stormy  
   Trump was so horny -- 
 For his latest 'position,' watch the news!...

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Parasol
Doll like
So perky and pretty
Original middle French word
Fancier than a simple umbrella
Small colorful ones in glasses
Make martinis sparkle
Italian word
Parasole...

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Old Fleming, with Bond in his head,
Wrote of spies, and of dangers widespread.
With martinis so dry,
He'd wink with one eye,
"My tax forms? They're better unread."

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A spy named James Bond, suave and so cool, 
Ordered martinis, breaking each rule. 
He'd fight villains with glee, 
Then say, "Shaken, not... eee!" 
When his gadgets would fail, like a fool.

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pink lips, golden hips,
this beauty makes me power trip.
i am aphrodite at the after party
sipping golden apple martinis by the pool.
chosen by troy, i am the fairest of them all.
 
even your best friend called me a goddess....

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One-Hour Fishing Awe 

She was only twelve.
She believed in elves.
And fishing genies,
Which wore bikinis.
Some drank martinis.

Early one fall,
She got a call.
Luck did befall.
Wonder enthralled.

Her granddad
That wore plaid.
Made her glad.

At sea…
Fifty-three

Caught.


© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 24, 2010...

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No matter you’re not in the phone book
and you pay with cash, not checks;
no matter if you dress in the faded
worn-out rags that were all she left;

no matter if you wrap yourself in cobwebs
and drive a three-wheeled wreck;
no matter if you give up your martinis
and survive on chicken necks,

it matters not.  She’ll always have
your number –  your carnivorous ex....

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dry….my skin, the third week of winter
the desert,  on a clear day
dry….your lips, after a thousand kisses
my pockets, while I stood in the rain
dry….your heart, after we made love
that roast, I cooked one Sunday
dry….my eyes, the day you left
the garden, where nothing grows
dry….my bones, without your flesh
the martinis, we made together
dry….the humour, we found in our failure
the vessel, that held our souls...

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I'd love to drive
A DB5

Be slim and nimble
Have a 'Q' issued thimble

Own a PPK
Called Walter some day

Raise an eyebrow at death
No intake of breath

Be attractive to women
Wear tight speedos to swim in

Have the Maldives as back-up
Let the Amex card rack-up

Pout on photos when taken
Rather martinis were shaken

It's a fantasy game
As I just stay the same

Not a credible hero
Only seven more than zero...

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