Sweatpants Poems - Poems about Sweatpants

...The grandkids are heading to sleepaway camp, Their clothing all labeled and packed, Plus all of the extras they may or not need - Way too much, as a matter of fact. They bring pillows and blank......

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...In the airport, there’s nothing to do. But they’re taking off at once. I didn’t decide to. The luggage just appeared. My feet almost got chewed off. But I started my poem just in time. I d......

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...When I was fifty-five I lost weight and got into shape Exercised to the point of near ridiculous, and looked great My daughter said “Mom! You are buff!” I had never been buff before It felt terri......

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... I went to my neighbors To ask for a favor And said may I borrow Stuff I need tomorrow, But she stopped me short With this stunning retort: “Do you need sugar cane Drano for a clogged drain......

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...In October the wind picks up dusting the ground with fallen multicolored leaves leaving bare trees to shiver in October people dress a little warmer and jump on hay wagons eager to reac......

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...My closet, since you ask, is a cramped space, Chosen and cherished fashionable base, Essential part of my enchanted place, With charm and chic to complement my face. Shows off a......

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...shorts in the morning sweatpants in the evening ohio weather......

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...Argh, I ne'er got muffin top before - why now!? Once upon a time yours truly did allow himself to consume anything in sight eats of mine in the mein included an assortment of chow. Impossib......

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...There are flakes of black stuck to my palm remnants of the bottle’s cheap paint clinging to the rich warmth of my veins It isn’t a surprise to find my water bottle in such a state simply anothe......

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...No! The blue jeans screamed. We do not stretch that far! The people driving by began laughing it up in the car. They had seen the old woman who had eaten a moon and a star. She waddled into the ho......

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...She was five when she was set down for a talk. Don't walk alone in the dark, keys between your knuckles, don't let them take you to a second location, scream and fight. That is what her mom said, a f......

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...Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin ofttimes triggering babbling brook to swell after deluge becoming stream of consciousne......

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...I wish I had the fortitude & Will to dress in a clean shirt, tie, neatly pressed slacks and suitable jacket like an English gentleman, but…. one day I appear in a supermarket in sweatpants a......

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...Inextricably rooted with hair fixation As a lad in grade school, yours truly, (a diminutive, intuitive, oversensitive, and vegetative potato head kid, whose voice exhibited a severe nasal twan......

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...One day I appear in the supermarket in sweatpants and T. Stained nocturnal, I drive to a fast-food restaurant then sleep in that T, eat breakfast in that T, wear that T all day, then slapdash ......

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