Short Versace Poems
Short Versace Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Versace by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Versace by length and keyword.
And Death wore a Versace Gown-
Gazing at Her beauty, from my bed
To my cheek, She floated down:
The Kiss of Death, and I was dead...
what would Versace do with a little bit of pink and orange satin?
We cannot wait until he sees it; and of course, he runs to it.
Envisioning a new gown that none of us could have ever envisioned.
It is his way, his mark, his genius, his brilliance, his calling.
Do you want that HDtv
Do you want that Versace bag
I don’t know about you but I don’t
The world around you makes you believe
If you’re not like them that means you bad
But to really be honest
To be happy
You need to want what others don’t
For I have just learned this
And it has helped me
The man was in pink
Bent over the sink
Pink pants quite tight
Oh my what a sight!
His face a flush
Quite bright the blush
So loud the cough
Huff puff and scoff!
The people did wink
On the floor his mink
His Versace from Karachi
And hat like mariachi
Six more appeared
All similarly geared
Alas what a group
So very gay, this troupe!
Crystal Noir by Versace
Truth by Calvin Klein
Eau de Cartier
Armanis Life
Oscar de la Renta Oriental Lace
Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
Nina Ricci Belle de Minuit
Vera Wang Princess
Dolce & Gabbana The One
Lancôme Hypnôse
Guerlain Insolence
Dior Midnight Poison
Calvin Klein Euphoria
Estée Lauder Beyond Paradise
Cacharel Amor Amor
Anna Sui Romantica Exotica
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
How was your day ?
Well i had planned on buying myself
My favorite David Beckham fragrance
But ended up instead choosing
Blue Jeans by Versace
Because i liked the tin
It was packaged in
And now i stink
So today's lesson i learned is this
Rather stick to what you know
Than buying into glossy packaging
Like posting daily inconsequential
Fluff and empty air
On social network's
Like Instagram , Facebook and Twitter
she is so artistic said one of the other bridge club ladies.
I knew she was dramatic, but had no idea she was also artistic.
she showed up at the next meeting wearing a splendiferous gown.
designed by whom? Versace? Gucci? Alexander McQueen?
she began to do a dance she had invented and we were mesmerized.
moved like a prima dona ballerina, not a bridge club lady.
she is odd, weird, too flashy for me, another woman said.
I resolved to grow up and try to be her; she amazed me at seven.