Short Priss Poems

Sounded Like Sitting On a Cactus

Should have to hear when at practice;
Sounded as if were sitting on a cactus;
They would be,
Always off key;
Men are humbugs while women a priss.

Jim Horn

Off to choir practice....

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my husband asks me
“Do you know how many days you have worn that outfit?”
It is totally comfy.
I nod.
He holds up three fingers.
I shake my head.
and hold up four fingers.
He is a priss; always cleaning like my mother....

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Putin must have missing brain
When it comes to the Ukraine;
Not only has he been a priss
Like snake does make a hiss.

We must consider the source;
Had ridden topless on his horse;
While he said he is so slick
Is enough to make us sick....

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<                           once there was a boss we called miss priss
                             like to give orders with snap of wrist
                             file fax make coffee
                             phones radio golly
                             when not looking I blow her big hiss...

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Priss As A Peacock

Priss as a peacock
proud as I am,
I prance ore the garden
waving my fan.

Proud Senorita
crown all in tact,
waddles and wades
train trailing back.

Glorious gait 
eyes all a glow,
regal and royal
she puts on a show.

Till one small flaw
Her neck stretched up high,
She screeches an opera
Like one who has died....

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Oh My God Ms Priss
your controlfreakiness has 
influenced my life 

in unexpected 
ways of which I never dreamed
have denied myself

family company
so that I don't have to lie 
or cry to cover

the questions of how
you are or what's up with the 
'lil strawberry girl

time is not our friend
my green eyes are now red, white 
and blue cause of you...

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