Tailor Poems - Poems about Tailor

Tailor had a circuit, he arrived three times a year to sew us up He used to have a cat, a fish, a dog, a wife and a pup The wife got tired of the traveling and took the pets to settle down She was fed up with the hassle of always moving town to town. Tailor loved his...

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Arson murder of 9 persons after the content of the tailor shop was stored in the garage Ciro Gargano his business Partner fireman gene Kalinowski the great cover up resulting in many more arson murders back off me with terrorist threats my prayers are with the fire captain who perished in that garage I’m totally...

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Flitting hundred times she sews home to perfection sings to-whee-cheeup...

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I'm open for business except Sundays from nine to nine. I have a 5-Star rating from the BBB because my work is very fine! I specialize in tailoring garbage bags for we folks who were so named, By a doddering old geezer in the White House who ought to be ashamed! You must provide your own 30-gallon bag which...

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Tailors’ quaint imagination For customers adoration: Only-God-knows inspiration He knows time of expiration: The crisscrossed and zigzagged entire, As they are what eyes require, Bejeweled Hat like spire Who in Man ideas inspire? One long look at Men’s Attire You know it would them not tire; Man would not from farce retire On writers urging satire… Tailors, gross imagination From machines...

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Talk of True Valor And it is ‘Sailor’, Not ‘Confined Tailor’; Quite Mobile Sailor, Not Static Tailor Facing Cloth and Color; In Shops of Pallor Pin Pricks of Dolour… And tailors tell lies, Sailor: where storm lies! Tailors work and chant, Sailors for merchant. They don’t flee from Rum; Rum helps them to hum And kick colleagues’ bum: Their own Chewing Gum! Tailor near to us...

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The one who stitches clothes Taking right measurements, Tirelessly working with Thread, needle and scissors To make you that fine dress, Trimming it into shape, Talented outfitter. 04.26.2021 For Kim Merryman's "Pleiades T" contest...

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I watched the shiny crow pluck woolly tufts of winter’s suit from deer neck at his springtime molt. All gathered in his clamping beak he winged towards an unseen nest while deer was grateful for this cheek to pull where antler cannot reach, and change warm coat to summer best, new clay-red shine against sun's...

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"Brioni ... or Armani?" quizzed the fitter, For bolts and hems and lines were all his passion, And though Italian food oft' left him bitter, Their suits and...

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The Taylor’s an ordinary man He spends his time in his workshop Or on the cobblestone streets, searching For lengths of exotic fabrics and shimmering threads His hands are covered in bruises Made from the pricks of needles over and over The Taylor’s an ordinary man He lives a lonely life, sewing and stitching He looks at the girls passing by in fine...

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Society is a wonderful tailor, It stitches my free wings with strings of thoughtless notions, It stitches my parents' broad minds close with a prejudiced needle, And makes a wonderful dress covered with gems of obnoxious superstitions. K.S.Lakshmi...

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A young lady from Venezuala Considered by many a bit of a failure, Opened a cafe selling pabell'on criolla, Hugely successful she made much payola, Sucking on a cigar she's now dressed by a tailor....

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There was once a village tailor named Clyde Who was known for his misfits though he tried. He altered trousers for Mort. Mort said, "The inseam's too short!" ...

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Like a sculptor I searched for the perfect stone I tried to make it better and with my skills hone But you cannot change it no matter how you shape or scuff I lost all of them and found you a diamond in the rough Inner perfection was already there and was easy to see Your heart is heavenly crafted...

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Tailor Failure The less that I know, the better things seam Now nothing will fit together This feels like a nightmare, but it isn’t a dream And I’ll prove it when I won’t wake up Good morning, failure…...

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