Short Pedicure Poems
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Flagship Shirley,
Her tea was always curly,
And she ran with Pedicure Pete,
Who sang a little ditty,
And wasn't very pretty,
And painted all the lips upon her feet.
Hangnails are painful, wish for a cure
Wish they'd disappear, need a pedicure
That's only for the ladies
Tough guys ain't dainties
We just grin and bear it pretend it ain't sore
Be bear aware
Be prepared
Bring bear spray
And a nail file, too
In case you see the bruin
And she wants you to style her hair
And while you're at it
You can give her a pedicure, too.
JB49
young daughter
gives mom a pedicure
~ chores can wait
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on October 5, 2025 to contest MINI-KU sponsored by Charles Messina - RANKED 2ND
Almost everything is gone
necessities are becoming memories;
areas of the rich
resorting to one pedicure a month,
could it get any worse?
houses sold for next to nothing,
young people lost in the crisis
what delight!
what delicious pleasure to see
my toes all painted pink
Joy! Happy daisy child song
skip & dance through puddles smiling
lollipops & baby dolls
tea parties & ruffled bottom
girly girl
pink toe nails
4/2011
Heavy feet lighten as tensions wane in warm, bubbling water
The pedicure from a stranger's hands at daybreak - sweet escape
Stress relieved, my feet can carry our burdens, at least for today
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 26, 2012
Ninth place in On Your Feet contest
Green grass, cut once or twice weekly
A CEO might shave twice a day
Edges and hedges trimmed nicely too
Manicure, pedicure in seven days due
Rolling lawns with everything just so
Like the ascot of the CEO
If underneath lurks mud, ooze and slime ~
Grounds for the perps to do time
I've never had a manicure
and yet I'm still a man
Though my fingernails are ugly
you should see my tan
Please don't suggest a pedicure
I don't need lovely toes
Fishing knee-deep in the river
they're apt to decompose
So I eschew the 'hair salon'
for ye old-fashioned barber shop
Where my man Floyd still uses
scissors, broom and mop