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Premium Member Why I wear Panty Hose

The reader of this title
probably thinks I'm on a bender
It's all about some comfort
I've not abandoned my male gender

For some years now leather belts
are causing pain around the hips 
Now I get a pair of panty hose
and cut it into strips

The way I live my life 
is far removed from orthodox
The strips hold up my shorts alone
many years since I adorned myself in jox

So men now take yourself into a lingerie boutique
get some panty hose to make a stretchy belt
Wrap it round your belly
so  much comfort never felt

Sometimes when wearing zipless tighter shorts 
it's difficult to lift the trouser leg when there's a need to pee
But elasticity of the panty hose means
 top of shorts are quickly lowered so now  willy's running free


Footnote: perhaps I am showing my age here talking about panty hose . For those unaware 
they are female attire, a form of stockings and jox or jocks maybe an Australian colloquial term for mens underwear

Premium Member balancing act


he was hanging from the charcoal rafters
doing push-ups thinking cap dangling loosely
by his side like a detached trouser stripe

time for emotions and mindful assonance
for when reason fails feelings surpass
the limbo of a lost soul yet to be found

Premium Member Jimmy Riddle

I'm hoping to be teacher's pet
By reciting my alphabet
My teacher said to me,
"Jimmy you missed out P"
I'm crying and very upset!


My teacher, her name is Miss Clegg
Said Jimmy, "Tell me, I won't beg"
Where is the missing P
I said, "Miss, can't you see
It's running down my trouser leg!"


Premium Member You Worthless Weed

     I think I’ll stomp on you 
       Crush you, you worthless weed
     Fools include you in a bouquet
       Recipients look the other way

       Oh, drat, my trouser cuff is yellow
     The launderess will bellow
       Greasy stains take time to fade
         ~ Reputations rarely remade

Premium Member US Inauguration 2025

We are all like-men
one leg at a time

yet some stand out
trouser-ed or not 

some become possessed

a holy mission accepted

subduing the personal ego
as did Christ, Son of God
First Risen

these are blessed children
of the Sacred Divine

Some saviors born.
Some developed by 
trial and error experience~
like an artist's film
or a botanist's rare
orchid -- 

Some, not of the soil
nor lab, tempered like steel
of unearthly fire

Trump, a force for good
that evil will be compelled to 
continually oppose

We encircle his lead
fellow conscripts of Heaven's
saintly unbridled army

pray for his continued divine
protection.... "In God We Trust"

as well as on our coins
engraved upon the soul of
Freedom Loving Men and women
the world over....

Premium Member Glad-handing

   the press of the crowd
     reset trouser creases 
   glad-handing, back slaps
     he almost kissed a baby!

   compared to a county fair
     guernsey cows, who cares… 
   cloth diapers attack the nose
     NYC’s homeless, anything goes


Premium Member Brooms


  The brooms march in,
  The brooms march out,
  All the leaves floating about!

  My troop of brooms,
  Keeps the leaves at bay,
  Hope to keep them outside today!

  Tracked holding on to the dogs' side,
  Clutching my trouser leg,
  There are even some in my bed!

  Leaves crinkle under my feet,
  My brooms are losing the battle,
  Back up maps to save the floor!

  They are color coded for each door,
  Still, as I wander about,
  My brooms lean uselessly against the tide!

  My army is not yet overcome,
  The brooms are still,
  Number one!

Premium Member Stop To Shop On My Posh Shop

Stop to shop on my posh Shop

         
            Please make a quick stop 
             to visit my posh shop.
             Walk in ! Be free to shop !

              My variety store 
               containing seven floors.
               Welcome ! Choose and explore.
      
               Hunt dress as your treasure
               Sale of Top, Skirt and Trouser.
                Buy ! To sell : My pleasure.

                Get flavour, nice nascent 
               strong and mild, both descent
                Arrived Perfumes and Scent.

                Take posy of flowers.
                Warm feelings to shower.
               Good wishes to embower.
   
               Drink  strong wine, or whisky
               Go drowsy or tipsy.
               though a bit risky.

              This is emporium.
               Buy aquarium,
               also terrarium.

                Perfect place to bring
                lover, to choose ring
                 for coming wedding !
         
              Payment never to count !
               Fifty percent Discount.
               Profit on your account.

The Islands Are Not Lonely

now,
(my) collection of poems
library
on the bookshelf
coming out
in backpack bag
at the coffee shop
into back trouser pocket,
I'm going to meet you.

Premium Member Easter Bunny Session

The bunny came and hid the eggs
since he’s mammal the question begs
	where did they come from?
	did he buy lump sum?
wonder what he’d do with frog legs?

What’s with the chicks following him?
maybe they’re there on a wild whim
	difference in age?
	large, I’d wage
but I am not a judge of them.

Then there is the most obvious question
if Easter Bunny is male, concession,
	how could he lay an egg
	down his long trouser leg?
I think I need a therapy session.

Dexterity

Modern man has less dexterity.
I think I know one reason why,
The replacement of the  button
With the zippered trouser fly.
It took some finger manipulation
To keep each button firmly seated
Just a brief tug of the zipper and
The manoeuvre’s  now completed.
No exercise of the fingers or
Checks on leaving the loo
Just to ensure that no button
Was fastened slightly askew.
Modern man can have confidence 
Nothing untoward is left on show
Just  one pull of the fastener and
He’s concealed and ready to go.
But, has he paid a prince by not
Having to stop and linger
To correctly  place each button 
And thus exercise each finger.
It didn’t burn many calories
Maybe not even a couple
But it required coordination
And it kept the fingers supple.
A lost trouser button could
Very easily be sewn back on
A broken zipper means use of
Garment at least temporarily gone.
Yes, there was a lot to be said
For the buttoned trouser fly.
I suppose I’m just a relic
From times long gone by
When the world was less hasty
Without this modern daily stress
And a man had the time just
To pause and check his dress.

Kaleidoscope

Across the sideways, bronze framed hall mirror,
A ribbon of infrared light imprinted itself,
Like a streak of alien sky;
Hours later, it dimmed and blew out, like an ill-furnished house.
Other reflections crawled across like tarantulas...
Somebody's corduroy acorn brown trouser legs and spotless tapshoes;
Somebody's long-lashed, hazel-ringletted doll; it was wearing a lacy, tulip-embroidered smock with frilled edges, and it was napping in a nook.
One day, somebody slipped-up; their teacup, which had a watercolour lily design, ended-up on the mirror:
The owner of reflections fragmented,
Until it was nothing but a set of chess pieces, cluttering a dustpan.
A crescent of sun splintered the window, targeting the shards in the can like yellow rose hued rainbows.

Sudama Charit

Not even a turban ,rob he have , oh lord! I don't know from where he came,
A torn out towel and trouser he wear, no shoes in legs,he is a lame ,
At the gate there is a brahmin, see the Dwarika empire and exclaim,
And ask for thy address, oh lord, and say Sudama is his name .

How much torn thy  feet from thorns, thousand of prickles I can see,
Where thee have been all this time? How's thy family and how are thee?
By seeing Sudama's sick state , cried the lord out of pain ,
He didn't touch the trough water , washed pal's feet with tears rain !

Premium Member Neither Loud Nor Proud

You can’t hold your breath and say see you later
So as they got out they stayed silent
When I let one loose in the elevator
And it was both silent and violent

The chocolates are melting, the flowers are wilting 
From my trouser pockets there’s steam
And that’s why I prayed that the lady who’d stayed
Was always that odd shade of green



1 August 2021
Contest: When I Let One Loose In The Elevator
Sponsor: Charles Messina

Premium Member Granpa Shreeve

THE SERGEANT MAJOR

I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
No collar,braces and rolled up sleeves,
Leather buckled trouser belt;
Number forty-six with Gran he dwelt.

A curled up moustache,
His manner stiff and harsh;
Horse artillery in a younger day
A shilling a day his rate of pay.

His hens roamed at the end of the patch
Each day free to root and scratch;
Collecting eggs from his homemade coop
His aging back acquired a stoop.

Fresh,brown and range free
Daily for breakfast or tea;
He killed a chicken as a special treat,
Plucking now a forgotten feat.

A waist-coated old stager
Known to all as the Sargeant Major;
Old fashioned,a bit of  a tartar-
Made my Gran a domestic martyr.

repost fro m Year Posted 2007

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