Short Waistcoat Poems

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Premium Member Bar Entry Code: Kw3

knowing who wore warm
kilts where
was why knots were
wound wardrobes
knitted warmest when waistcoat
kind was
woven wool keeping watchmen
warriors waiting
kindly while watching washroom
kings wither while wine
knocked wisdoms went waste


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Premium Member A Winter's Tale

Clutching a sapling
  no port in the storm
Torn from its moorings
  No hope to keep warm

A waif of a girl
  wrapped in shawl and waistcoat
She’d not survive long
  her voice stuck in her throat…

When the blizzard abated
  she was found frozen stiff
buried alive ‘neath a snowmound
  Mother Nature not a finger did lift
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mardi Gras Allie

Mardi gras Allie from New Orleans
Flipped his tail and showed his greens
the decorator was thrilled and dressed him up
in purple waistcoat, so he could go to sup

at a genteel lady’s house, her name was Kat
He wore a flower in his lapel and a tall top hat
He is debonair and handsome too, she bragged
Her compliments for Allie never lagged
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Not Alices White Rabbit

this could not be Alice’s white rabbit surely
He was decorated from long ears to hoppity knee
wearing a brocade vest and a fancy waistcoat too
He is perfect, said my cousin, a child named Sue

This rabbit had a little night bell he held in his paw
He had a magic scroll, and an ink pen to draw
His pocket watch was ornate, his hearts were grand.
It was as if he had come out of a magical land.
Form: Rhyme

The Changing Face of Rebellion

Not so many years ago
I revelled in rebellion, 
Derided seniors 
In sportsmobiles,
Comfortable bellies on 
Wheels.  Waistcoat 
Fillers.  Surreptitious 
Pint spillers. 

But now I sit and scoff 
At youth and all its 
Awkward agonising 
Over lack of truth. 

Merrily I mow the lawn 
And curse because I 
Can't get my wellies on. 
And my wife orders me 
To buy a larger pair. 
And I cry 'No!' and 
She groans and I ignore 
Her as I turn the telly on
And I revel in my rebellion.


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