Short Trousers Poems
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Sagging trousers
Low waist
Fine taste
Written July 9th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest by Judy Konos
my face is covered
wet things give me cold
but nothing you pay me
one day I will eat up
bellies of your trousers
then know wire is wire
Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son John.
Struggles to slide his trousers on;
seems causation hasn’t dawned.
Put down the dumplings, my son John.
My neighbor is a real glutton
At a feast, he gobbled much mutton,
Besides other meat,
Ate piles of sweet!
Now his trousers, he can’t button!!
You know about Jack and Jill
when they went up the hill
not for water but as lovers
Jack with half mast trousers
holding Jill fell down the hill
A little old chap was locked out
Without trousers he danced all about
He didn't look cold
But his briefs they were old
And he wore them inside out
Though some beware the Ides of March
My mum adds some extra starch
My shirt is like steel
My trousers won't kneel
With the zip as stuck as a larch.
down my straw slides a mini gorilla
a sassy, saucy, delightful fella
his trousers are pink, his shirt is yellah
he swam in my malt; this mini gorilla
A lady so much older than I
Deftly signalled a path from her thigh
Like a wrinkle in thyme
Something started to climb
Hmmph! I forgot to zip up my fly!
He wore no underwear;
His stag night* was a gas -
We pulled his trousers down
And showed the world his ass.
*bachelor party
For Carol’s Ornery Friends contest
There once was a Brit called Jack Horne,
Whose trousers were tattered and torn.
As he took his pants down,
He observed with a frown
His boxers were equally worn.
There once was a man from Surrey
Who was rather fond of a curry
But when he overindulged
His trousers would bulge
Producing something that looked like a slurry.
i bust my trousers
and my shirt buttons fly off- -
picks up a dumb bell
*I hope to lose my belly - but I say that every year...
for Tracie's New Year haiku contest
Through turquoise houses
curtain nets a twitching
Ladies trousers wistful
maybe tomorrow a change
I am the breeze
cool as beaches
promenades are seen for miles
Missus Claus had to trudge down to jail,
Once more toting with her Santa's bail;
Seems where people all shop
He let red trousers drop:
He enjoys showing biddies he's male.
The party started late ’til dawn
when I awoke upon the lawn.
Don’t remember much of it,
the mist descended early;
don’t know what I’m doing here;
where my trousers are.
There was a young blonde from Stroud
Whose hair made her stand out in a crowd
Til my nail caught in a curl
I declare this ain't no girl
her trousers were standing out proud
andrew caddick (short brown hair)
comes to bowl:
right hand over
looks straight on.
(Merv Hughes and Ian Healey - exeunt)
umpire (black trousers):
“he moved his feet!”
She wore blue tights on the Monday
Tuesday it was green
Bright orange on the Wednesday
Thursday it was cream
I predicted black for the Friday
She wore trousers
Hate that girl.
With your beer belly bulging
And your trousers far too tight
Your string vest showing
Your shirt is no longer white
Oh my darling you don’t look wonderful tonight
Jan Allison
15th August 2014
Standups can crack up audiences for hours
Especially when entering the stage without trousers
It wasn't intentional
Nor is it conventional
But surely the crowd won't throw cauliflowers
Down around ankles were his trousers
as he caressed her he said wowzers
finding there no lady
it was all so shady
as he always seemed to pick posers
written 05/22/2014
contest Bawdy, Bawdy Bawdy Miss Clawdy
that guy’s sure in rags
sniffing glue from plastic bags
his torn trousers sag
i drive past in fancy jag
paroled with an ankle tag
By
David Kavanagh
A TEEN-TIME PAST
Fairisle jumpers,short-trousers*
Plimsoles,balaclava,long socks
School-cap,blazared,with ties
Chip-butty,not stick-like fries
*a rite of passage when you were allowed to wear long trousers
He showed up too late
his trousers too short
wearing white socks
asking 'What ring?'
My ex-bridegroom
~ the icing on the cake
Inspired by Silent One's contest,
When Plans don't go to plan...