Short Nip And Tuck Poems
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“Hey, when is my turn?”
asks the horse.
“Hold your horses,”
says the plastic surgeon,
“while I give the duck
a quick nip and tuck.”
Pug noses in designer hoodies
Wicker baskets on beach cruisers
Leather sofas doggy devoted
Grooming parlors and pet hotels
Best pooch in wedding tux
Nip and tuck, no more nuts
Hollywood glitz for puppy shitz
LA doggy style
Westside!
“Nip and tuck” her surgeon says,
crow’s feet on the run
Tighter skin on feathered whims,
botox zero-sum
An ageless wonder creaks inside,
bones preserve the tale
And when she smiles her lips on fire
—wanton to regale
(The New Room: December, 2021)
When birds start to chirp bright,
We both on boats, loaded with hugs and hopes,
sail through serene scopes
to savor sweet and splendid sight.
When cicadas no longer chant aloud,
We both on kites , filled with love and luck,
fly on the sky nip and tuck
to flirt with rose-clothed cloud.
farewell my dear
your fair, but not well
i whisper into my ear
the secrets of my hell
although you can't hear
you should be able to tell
its not what i see that i fear
its the thought of your spell
Pick me up
I've never had to fall down
a mental nip and tuck
and im standing upright right now
its by my will and luck
because no help from you was found
you run my heart into the ground
now my feelings fail to make a sound
I see no evil in the
Mortise and tenon and in the thin
Red line Mao traced in a
Thousand or more
Platitudes still
Posing deftly in old
Wuhan.
Just a while ago I did glimpse a
Twinkle in the
Delicate curl of a child’s
Lip and in the
Tender.
Millions of centimeters away the French, in
Perfect nonchalance,
Pause, as stock markets
Nip and tuck to
Languid sips of cool cool
Wine.
-Jeff Troyer
April 2020
My name is Arabella
And I’m really such a girly
I like to wear nice dresses
And my hair is blonde and curly
With underwear by Reger
And Prada on my feet
Made up to perfection
I give all the men a treat
My perfect breasts the envy
Of the women that I see
They look me up and down
And, they wish that they were me
I’m very nearly faultless
And quite soon with any luck
I’ll have the money saved
So I can have the nip and tuck