Trollop Poems - Poems about Trollop

... A Red-Letter Day Staid pilgrims grew leery, Thanksgiving Day, When men came to feast, half-covered in hay. "Where's Hester?" wives asked And elders were tasked To march to the barn and give......

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...Make that one look like a trollop grandma said. We thought that she had lost it; blown something inside her head. Here are the clothes I want this doll to wear. She insisted on choosing everything......

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... homelands / husbands / playing house / strands & strings of horses behind strangers lounging un-belonging to Thebes of Sevens or women, depending on how you slice matters, as a perspective ......

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...Three old crows were standing head-to-head Conversing in the hallway between the classes Wondering who they were dissing, with dread, I knew fellow teachers they thought jacka**es, ......

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...Everyone voted Mrs. Garret’s tree as the best Christmas display in the village. Which was surprising in a way, as she was not really a local. Richard Garret, her husband, was not a man to be trif......

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...One click closer to a naughty mama. One click closer to a blue chanteuse. One click closer to a prima donna. One click closer to a femme fatale. One click closer to a black deed done. One click ......

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...Sonnets XC-XCVII Artificial Smile by Michael R. Burch I’m waiting for my artificial teeth to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub between cle......

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...Enough Is Enough Horn Haiku enough is enough trump really was terrible so we should impeach completely absurd totally denigrating should get rid of trump had been Bellau Wood soldiers w......

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...I. Rennie Hauser gazed out of the window as the stage slowly trundled down the road, the sun beat hard on the towering peaks that ran across northern Colorado. She was on the way to see her fa......

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...The woman with the red dress on is the sensuous Scarlett O'Hara, protagonist of "Gone with the Wind," a woman caught.between the old South and new South as she struggles to survive, aiming to sa......

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...Limericks III - Grab Bag Being a peace activist, I once wrote a limerick in an attempt to stop needless wars: Of Tetley’s and V-2's (or "Why Not to Bomb the Brits") by Michael R. Burch The......

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...Mother of Cowards by Michael R. Burch aka "The Loyal Opposition" So unlike the brazen giant of Greek fame With conquering limbs astride from land to land, Spread-eagled, showering gold, a strum......

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...What Good Are Our Tears? by Michael R. Burch What good are our tears? They will not spare the dying their anguish. What good is our concern to a child sick of living, waiting to perish? Wha......

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...If I am Syrian, what of it? Stranger, we all dwell in one world, not its portals. The same original Chaos gave birth to all mortals. —Meleager translation by Michael R. Burch Love, how can I ca......

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... O' boy; have you all heard the street gossip today Mrs. Pringle at No. 9 is having a bad hair day Mr. Ellis at No. 4 had a shave, as cut his chin Danny at No. 21 threw his cat out in the bin ......

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