Short Pants Poems
Short Pants Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Pants by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Pants by length and keyword.
its a need indeed
some like pante
to dance
and prances
its make you wept
put you in a trance
without the
BELT AND PANTS
Iit was a party
we got started
they come in
as it begin
as i clance
it was a groove
too i tell you
it was a
HOT PANTS DANCE
Stan is a big burly man
He was stuck on the can
Man’s best friend also a jerk
Petty pup fluffy prankster
With jaws dog stole his pants
this for miles
the new style
it the new look
its got me hook
kids all around
where them down
some come off
when they dance
BAGGING PANTS
Her pants were tight with a hole
Wearing them made her real bold
Butt cheeks hanging out
Shaking round about
To many she looked like pure gold
I got rubber hair;
I got rubber hair;
I got the rubberiest rubbery rubber hair.
And if I take my blue jeans off
I got matching rubber underwear.
there'those who walk around
with pants hanging down
to them its sound
to us mabe theyer clown
I say in this way
you look decuss
PULL YOUR PANTS UP
A lady so much older than I
Deftly signalled a path from her thigh
Like a wrinkle in thyme
Something started to climb
Hmmph! I forgot to zip up my fly!
there was a warthog who danced
who dipped, swirled, rocked, slid and pranced
to cut the rug and swing
was his favorite thing
until he danced off his pants
Evidently, he was right
That his wife’s pants were too tight
She couldn’t bend or move
So, he tried to remove
But there was something wrong with his sight
Long legged Lance
Began to dance
Shedding his purple pants
Ladies screamed from all around
As Lance's pants hit the ground
Ant's Lance cried with resound
I was in for an incredible fight
How at first did this fit seem so right
Tried to flex and pull
But my belly was full
These new pants are just too damn tight
Wore my funny pants recently
A checkered pair of pink and green
A feminine look
Wear 'em when I cook
Except for making my egg soufflés routine
i can't help
my eyes melt
when i see them hips
that dip
and shake kept me awake
it like a rambo dance
tho
grils around the world
in
SUMMER HOT HOT PANTS
No fancy pants is I
Nor do l try
No airs and graces
No two faces
No academic nor scholar
No white collar
Simply just me
Writing heart poetry
'Tis to laugh as the old saying goes
It turns my crank, it curls my toes
A day without grins
Is an absolute sin
I'm Sir Goofy Pants, my parts I expose
How swiftly my thoughts fly now
to corduroy pants and caps
Facing a howling northeaster
whistles, the rally of hunting dogs
~ the pointer locked, stock-still
Tis to laugh as the old saying goes
It turns my crank, it curls my toes
A day without grins
Is an absolute sin
Sir Goofy Pants here as my parts I expose
Tis to laugh, as the old saying goes
It turns my crank, it curls my toes
A day without grins
Is an absolute sin
I'm Sir Goofy Pants as my parts I expose
Billy was ten and building a rocket.
He claimed no one his age could top it.
The day came for the firing
But a blunder in the wiring
Made it end up in Billy’s pants pocket.
< the great .... deceiver
practices artful .... falsehood
bold .... assumptions
Once was a lady from France
Who went around town with no pants
The gendarme didn't think
She should be showing her pink
So they covered up her pink with their hands
Pretty summer days are really hot,
am I being cooked like crabs in a pot.
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Looks like I hit the big summer jackpot.
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Give me a chance
with you tonight
Things may advance...
give me a chance!
True love, romance
(and pants this tight)
give me a chance
with you tonight
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i lke to run
is fun
to hike on a bike
you won't feel loose
so you can toot
you white
make s the night bright
no doudt
if you work out
so you can prance
and dance
you wear short
PANT
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