Undershirt Poems - Poems about Undershirt

...He is sleeping. And I have taken time To watch and enjoy him; He is wearing a white undershirt, That shows his white arms And smooth skin; The line of his muscles, Play with the light. And ......

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...Gussied up Frog Lady is proper but not prim. Her grotesque legs are thick and spotted, not thin. She wears pantaloons with lace of cotton white. Her stretched out undershirt is way too tight. F......

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...She was standing outside her classroom when I arrived I did not recognize her; I know I have had her class. But they all wear a different mask every day; I barely recognize any of them. I ask her ......

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...[According to Mr Google, what we Brits call a vest is what Americans call an undershirt] The completely cuckoo cuckoo Had got too big for his nest And so he made a hammock From a tatty old s......

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...I saw a heart on a Large pink to scarlet web-footed wading bird with down-bent bill, The heart was pink and so very hard to see, but I knew it was there, Because it was in my little Minnie’s smile.......

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...A beautiful Wintu girl reached puberty. Her sisters were sent to find maple bark to make her an apron. It so happened that Turtle, the mischievous son of the mighty ‘Sky Turtle’ stopped at th......

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...Holbert Brogans and overalls by Lee; Making cotton baskets ‘neath a white oak tree. A grandfather I never really knew that smoked Prince Albert; it was tried and true. Went by the name Hol......

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...Naked to Nurture. Naked, to Nurture. Why not naked into woods? We yank up gumboots. Enshroud our piggies in wicking and itching sockbags. Hoping to holdfast against the forfeiture o......

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...A sudden flashflood gushed along the street, That I wiggled out , romping and playing In my cotton undershirt as summer cooled, To allow a downpour of monsoon rain. Swerving through puddl......

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...Gundabooka Sam Old Sam squats at Gundabooka Somewhere out the back of Bourke, He lives in a shanty hut, Doesn't seem to do much work, He wears rope-held trousers And a long-john undershirt, ......

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...My Guru stole my underwear! I don't remember when, I don't remember where, all I know for certain is my Guru stole my underwear! I practiced my mantra for days and days to reach a higher st......

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...My new husband was a farm boy who didn't like to roam. It always took a lot of nagging to get him to leave home. But we were newly married, I hadn't learned all of his dislikes. I imagined us a......

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...Seated on the sidewalk, singing under his breath, a soloist in gray & black, performing the hard way for pennies in his guitar case. Focus closely now on the brown fold of undershirt......

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...He begs to know "what is that smoke, it smells like burning human skin? and then he begins to choke and was there to witness the madness begin i can see him a tattered tot in tattered cotton s......

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