Short Shampooed Poems

obviously 
cosmopolitan,
our new neighbors

sparkle 
in their fashion,
frills, tones and bones,

and their 
shampooed dogs,
vain about their pedigree,

deface our
freshly-painted walls,
foul our fragrant  walkways,

loiter 
around , litter our alleys, 
with cosmopolite impunity....

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Austerity?

Expensive cars chocking the approaches 
to Vilamoura, the yacht and seaside town.
No austerity today, a man in an old Fiat
was laughed off the road, probably a waiter
on the way to work. No poverty no beggars
only shampooed dogs with golden collars.
And as always the poor, the silent majority,
stayed in their howls, sun is exclusively for
the perma- tan set in August....

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Sweep me off my feet
 no soft shoe or rock fantasy
 just bare stockings and toes
gliding slow and steady 
 delicate steppings along the floor;
rest your head upon my shoulder
 grab onto the dream once more.

Eyes closed, breath soft and gentle
 the scent of lavender in the air
 the smell of shampooed hair
aftershave at the nape of your neck
 with tender kisses asking for more;
no need to say anything
 just slow dance me....

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I'm on vacation,
And having so much fun.
I've been organizing and cleaning,
And working off my buns.

Made curtains for my kitchen,
Made cake and cookies too.
Did the laundry, mowed the lawn,
Made supper for the crew.

Then I did the basement,
From one end to the other.
Shampooed the carpets, did the drapes,
Now there's just the cupboards.

I'm on vacation, let's partay!
This week has been the best.
Next it's back to work for me,
At last now I can rest....

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