Short Pinkies Poems
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Look, London ladies, buff your speech
Mind your soiled plantation fingers
Nary a trace of our old worlds
Occupy their halls royally
Porcelain cups poised on pinkies
The Royal Family drinks lots of tea
They drink it with sugar, raising their pinkies
At ten, two and four
You'll find them indoors
That Royal Tea makes them pee constantly
Jellyfish sandwiches delicately sliced.
Two or three on a plate, scrumptious and nice.
Eat them with pinkies, raised high and proud.
Please ignore the screaming; they are ridiculously loud.
Pinkie’s annual garden party was in full swing.
With a tea bell on the table, and a sheep’s floral ring.
Her fancy china was prissy, lemon scones ready to sing.
Pinkie the sheep loved this time of year – spring.
Louise has the sweetest boobies
She likes to eat red-hot curries
With lots of raw green chillies
She was once amongst the groupies
At the Oscars and the Emmys
Now she hangs around the ladies
Who are in fear of their forties
I’d like to kiss her soft pinkies
Like to give her lots of kiddies
Your smile warms my heart
Never see it so often but
It's always there when I see you
The long hours of talking
Neither of us wanting to go up to sleep
Our heads were held up
But our pinkies were close
I felt your gaze as you turned
Towards me
Our destinies were tied
But in what design
I cannot see
Your smile warms my heart
Never see it so often but
It's always there when I see you
The long hours of talking
Neither of us wanting to go up to sleep
Our heads were held up
But our pinkies were close
I felt your gaze as you turned
Towards me
Our destinies were tied
But in what design
I cannot see
Pinkie favored one color above all the rest
She decorated her car and her nest
with pinks of every shade and hue.
Decorated her snow people too
We knew where she lived before we parked.
It has to be this one, my co-worker snarked.
Many were jealous of Pinkie, who was confident.
We were served pink cookies with a hint of mint.
Who are these women
Who sit here three times a year
Sipping their tea with pinkies extended?
Once it was five times a year.
Five lunches shared.
Five birthdays come and gone.
Now two have gone forever
And they were the most fun!
One had a laugh—childlike and contagious.
The other liked to dish the dirt and saw all the latest films.
No one talks about them much anymore.
But they did exist.
I’m sure of it.
Sit tall in the saddle,
Head up, shoulders back;
Toes forward, heels down,
Boots polished black;
Eyes to the front,
With a smile on your face;
And think pleasure ride,
Not horse race;
Elbows on your hips,
Squeeze tight with your knees;
Pinkies to drop the nose,
And don’t forget to breathe;
Rise and fall with the leg on the wall,
Make sure you check your lead;
If you remember all of that,
You are sure to succeed!
“Frosty Valentines”
Softly it fell
In the middle of the night
Its earth bound flight
Turned meadows white
Trees all glistening bright
We scampered to the window
And held each other tight
We breathed upon the glass
And shaped it into hearts
Added arrows from our pinkies
I Love Yous from our hearts
We watched the morning sun
Glistening off the glass
Leaving our frozen mark
Treasured there for hours
On this winter’s day
I Love You
the crunch of gravel
echoes underneath my trudging feet
i walk alongside you
pinkies intertwined
the path forks;
your hand rips from mine
you cease-- expression resolute.
my feet carry me forward,
eyes still glued
to yours.
crunch. crunch. crunch.
i hasten.
crunch.
the looming trees fly past,
dancing with the wind.
crunch, crunch.
diaphanous clouds suffocate
the.
air.
crunch.
my neck snaps around,
eyes finding you--
an umbra in the fog.
crunch.
Although we ne'er lived in the days
When the chalky chaps tread our lands
And our generation is not of those
Whose culture was stolen under their noses
Nor is it of those
Who saw the Nation in all its glory
But we,
Who only read but never saw the pompous pinkies
Are left with only a part of the story,
To nurture a baby which when small was strong,
But now finally big is weak
Eons on, we'll hold to our dreams of tomorrow
As we sing and say - we shall succeed, we shall thrive
I said I didn't trust promises,
so you made up your own special type.
We lock pinkies and kiss.
It's a new kind that harnesses,
because its so unalike
the promises from before.
So maybe I don't trust promises,
but I trusted you.
Guess I shouldn't trust promises
even from someone I love.
Because now I can't trust either like I used to.
I really don't trust promises,
but I sure did trust you.
So, maybe I shouldn't trust promises,
or maybe I just shouldn't have trusted you.