Short Short Pants Poems

you can tell
its rings a bell
to see short pants
the winter dance
not o hot not to cold
am told
this is not insane
WHEN THE
WEATHER
CHANGE...

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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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So early on a Sunday morn
Our little Boy Blue was born.
Dad nearly blew his hat.

When Blue was born, Dad said with scorn
“On my son, no short pants are worn.”
Mom said, “We’ll see ‘bout that.”


April 18 2012...

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Short-Pants Potentate


Inferno of a summer day
Mother’s dozing

Tommy, tiny, three,
paring knife in hand

tiptoes out, flops
short-pants potentate

upon the sidewalk sunny,
operates on ants


Donal Mahoney...

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Rice pudding has been a tradition in our house forever
A homemade treat reminding me of good times together
A young'un in short pants
Filled with dancing ants
Looking to the future thought would arrive never...

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sitting in the park
in the dark
i could see
as they walk pass me
in short dress  got me
alert
i see short pants
some could dance
they jump bump
up down and around
some lay on gress on the ground
some just ring a bell
oh
SUMMER IS HERE I CAN TELL...

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Rain Dream                                                             

Raining outside,
and the boy in short pants
swings a broom.

He’s at bat
in a room that’s 
a park

for the other boy 
smaller and kneeling 
and waiting

his turn or the sun 
or tomorrow,
whichever comes first.

Donal Mahoney...

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~ GREEN JELLO ~ 

A fellow from an archipelago
Puts on caps and hats made of green jello
   Doesn't care what you think
   His short pants shocking pink
Wears lipstick and rouge too ~ bright hot yellow



     ~ THE TOOTH FAIRY ~

The cutest girl in the monastery
Is planning to become a Tooth Fairy
   She hides teeth in her bra
   Young boys cry "Ooh-la-la"
Saying their prayers eagerly, quite merry...

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They sit in the long grass
Cuddled up to smooch
She smiles at him sweetly’ saying
You can look but not touch

He looks so dejected 
That’s not what he wants
He is hungry inside
His breath comes in short pants

He tries to coax her
With a nibble on her ear
But she’s having none of it
He’s going without, I fear.

Bet your minds are a quiver
Nudge  nudge  wink  wink
But it’s only the sandwiches
He’s after 
                I Think???...

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