Shorts Poems

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THE FBI LENT FILTER IN MY HUSBANDS SHORTS NASTY

EVERY TIME WE WENT TO DO LAUNDRY JAMAICAN SKANK STOLE BATHING SUITS MY BRAA MY PANTIES RIPPING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND SHOCTS MY EX HUSBAND JAMAICAN STALKER HAS STOOPED TO A WHOLE TIME LOW HIDING IN MY NEIGHBORS DOG ROOM STALKING MY NEW HUSBAND CORRUPTION BREAKING IN OUR HOME RIPPI F MY NEW HUSBAND SHORTS

who wears short shorts

who wears short shorts?
WE WEAR SHORT SHORTS!
four really pretty teen girls.
A happy singing commercial created in the eighties.

I was stunned by their enthusiastic joy and prettiness.
I cannot remember what they were selling.
Maybe panty hose?
But I still sing their jingle fifty years later.

Shamrock on the Shorts

a fairy tale of Camden Town

Clancy’s Gym, the same old sounds
a minute’s rest then two more rounds
I’ll jack this in (like Bobby Prewitt)
but where’s the one who made me do it?
He hasn’t come, he’s never here
by now he’s on his second beer
presiding in the Dublin Castle
surrounded by his navvy vassals
they’re calling me “the Tralee Tiger”
I

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no5 final jive

Still hope we can cope

With the nope

Don’t give a damn plan

From that Tandoori tan

Obscene Tangerine dope

Jackanory Mandarin Man


That trope..like to be Pope

Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope 

To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope

Just give Mr Grope enough Rope


Opined women..a frump 

If they mind.. some bump & grind

Half inching while pinching their rump


The darkness descends


Besotted

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no4

Cohorts of suits distort

Court the last resort

Damnation of immigration

Onslaught in cahoots cavort


Pander to propaganda slander

Escort darker fraught faces

From other races caught

To starker places.. shunted

Hunted like a sort of sport 


History debunked

“Before” skunked & kerplunked

Lore of Yore junked


Fossil fuel full sumps

Well More is More

Trees flump become clumps 

Of gnarly snarly stumps


Petrol pumps pour

Sheriffs thumps any grumps

Tariffs

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no3

Don't give a jot or 

A sod this lot

On your tod..just nod

Seedier greedier leaders

Stun..Shun the Needier

Not just down trodden

Sodden...run roughshod


Beseech each of those clowns..down 

In the dumps chumps who chose

Plumps for stealthy

Leeches who teaches 

Fools at our schools

Only the wealthy can stay healthy


No education for the nation

Uses...abuses..eschews..media issues..then sues

Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues

Bemuses readers…forsake

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no2

Satsuma Tumour

Sense of Humour?

That Groomer Rumour


Cometh the Hour

Cometh the TAN!


People Power Glower should Flower

Grassy brassy knolls

But proles at the polls

Sold their Souls


To joust like Faust

Ignore Marcel Proust

Cower before the Ivory Tower


Odd bod elite’s law 

Tweets of Sod and God

No Enlightening


Repeats the prism

Or algorithm beats
 
Every criticism schism 

“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod


Pot..black..kettle knack

Debauched cheats pedal to the

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no1

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan?

Mister rich lister Blister

Sinister Mandarin Minister


Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman

Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem

Prime time Pantomime

Podium pandemonium
 

Needs Imodium...clearly feeds Opprobrium 

As this git dearly did his bit 

No boom just bust

To ensure the sh*t really hit the fan

Just one more time!

A Drink Of Let Go

A Drink of Let Go

Hardy Levis shorts
Stuckup seesaw 
Let go of forgot
Now playing
To my mistakes Sounds of chord Shapes in time 
Echo at the end before
The meeting has begun   
I can't let go 
I say what is life
On any casual day
Will I miss the flowers and the.trees
There's a girl over there
we latch on

Not YouTube Shorts

In the ancient world…

Temples were places that kept people’s treasures,
Not just places to do a god’s pleasures.
They were secure,
For the rich or the poor.
Hard to rob,
Safe from all but a mob.




In the ancient world…

So many animals were as sacrifices, killed,
And the carcasses, afterwards, were delightfully grilled.
Bar-B-Q it was for worshipper and priest,
A good time for

The Fiddling Fiddler

Shorts up his ****,
Not moving very fast,
Shorts are too mini,
You see too much skinny,
Hand down his pants,
As if there were ants,
The “fit” of his shorts,
Made our lunch aborts,
Fiddling fiddling all the time,
In his teeny tiny shorts the colour lime,
Slick and wet they are so tight,
Will he get out of them… 
He might (not).

Nine Shorts - Ilgop, Yeodeol, Ahop

Graduation
Limbs that quake with nerves
Soon stiffen.
An extended arm, poker straight,
Leads her across the stage
Slowly and gracefully
To the next, unwritten page of her life.
She wields her knowledge
As her writing tool
And begins to jot out the future.



Heartbreak
Love that no longer lingered
In that tired, battle-worn heart,
Was soon replaced by the heaviness
Of dark, wet cement,
Hardening and grounding her.
In that

Nine Shorts - Net, Daseot, Yeoseot

Coming Out
Comfort and meaning can be found
In the draping of rainbow flags
And the joyous stupor of marching
Alongside understanding strangers.
Absolved of the sin of lying,
She now stands free.
A new kind of love blooms within her,
Big as a bright yellow sunflower
And purer than Alpine snow.



Anxiety
Breathe in, breathe out.
The crawling of the skin is real,
Repelled by the way
Prying

Nine Shorts - Hana, Dul, Set

Crabs
Small feet pounding the pebbled path,
Desperate to escape
From imminent danger.
Eight legs and two claws
Advance in their thousands
Upon their prey; the child.
Refuge is sought in an adult's arms,
High up and away from
The frightful crustacean march.


Roman
Crimson red and blinding gold
Balanced upon ber small head.
Blonde hair cascades from beneath
In trestles of tight curls.
She leads her troops around ancient

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