Short Skivvies Poems

Short Skivvies Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Skivvies by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Skivvies by length and keyword.


Premium Member footprints in snow

footprints in snow 
my version of polar plunge 
only with bare feet 

men and women 
strip down to their skivvies 
playing man or mouse
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Tiptoe Through the Tulips

Just woke up to this gorgeous day What joy, think I'll go out to play In my skivvies I will Oh what a thrill Tiptoe through the tulips twittering away
joy
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Tiptoe Through the Tulips

Just woke up to this gorgeous day What joy, think I'll go out to play In my skivvies, I will Oh what a thrill Tiptoe through the tulips twittering away
joy
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Tiptoe Through the Tulips

Just woke up to this gorgeous day What joy, think I'll go out to play In my skivvies I will Oh what a thrill Tiptoe through the tulips whispering naughty phrases
fun
Form: Limerick

Premium Member My Skivvies

It's the real thing, just hear me sing It's not another one of those one night flings It's love through and through A love true blue My heart and my skivvies are both in a sling © Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Almost 60 Degrees

Almost 60 degrees, what's happening, NOT complaining Must get this straight, a little perplexing but entertaining Will run out in my skivvies But won't show my privies That would encourage girlies to ask for training
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Wife of the Party

WIFE OF THE PARTY

                   skinny-dips, no flips
           no dubious belly flops
        bare nekkid reality
    without his skivvies
he’s the life of the party

. . . the jaybird’s wife walks away

7/16/2019

Premium Member Little Miss Vivi

Little Miss Vivi
Stripped down to her skivvies,
Got under a quilt in the cold.

And just like our daughter,
Won’t wear what we bought her,
Or that’s the story, I’m told.

At least Vivi’s mamma
Keeps on her pajamas
Since she’s past thirty years old.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

Sagging Balls

I stripped down to my skivvies
Revealing all flab
Something is sagging
I think it's my BALLS
MAN! am I bummed
Can't examine the rear
Who would laugh
but the kids drinking beer
Their's are nice and firm
While ours is dragging skin
The bulge on my weenie
is old age coming in
When I go to the john
the diaper is smelly
especially the parts
that connect to the belly
When worse comes to worse
My uncle makes house calls
To the old and weary
geezers with sagging balls
© Bart Jonas  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Epitaph

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