Upscale Poems - Poems about Upscale

...I stand proud with pride... exuding suave debonair air plus head and shoulders taller (than the empire state building - hey what's a little hyperbole, eh?) since September eleventh two thous......

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...In the server industry many servers hourly pay is $2.13 an hour. The rest of their income is earned from their tips. Do you know that the average tip should be between 18 to 20 percent, or more if yo......

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...In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole. It’s a five-star bash at the palace of Ve......

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... He is on his riding mower. He looks like me, only he owns a rich man's house, a garden measured in acres - his skin is better. No picket fences: this is upscale America. Long drives and o......

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...Groovy giraffe Moots with his bony knees Slips and slides and calls out “geez!” Fashionable, yet, not dapper, not in any way. His confidence is enormous, and here to stay. Why do you dress in s......

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... I was invited to a party in an upscale place, the first thing I knocked over was a fancy vase; feeling too clumsy I was looking for the way out, when I smashed an expensive lamp......

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...Riotous revellers' laughter drifts up from their apricot lit late night haunts, four cafes are notoriously avoided venues for overindulgent consumption of alcohol. Across the street, from my thi......

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...Dazzling like goddess Luna dipped in harvest moon, Yet, musing on beauty around at summer noon; Seated in queenly splendor at the balcony, Amazed on the ancient archives of alchemy...? Nature h......

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...Fish and chips and a pint of dark brew. Malt vinegar and lashings of salt. A fish dinner served up by a truck in a newspaper cone. That was then, that was before taste buds got hard boiled, b......

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...Mrs. Squirrel goes shopping in her red scarf carrying her bag. Many eye it, for it has a designer label, not worn by a hag. She is flaunting it actually, for she has that kind of personality. This......

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...They crept upon our shores eating away the inner core They crept upon our shore knocking on our barricade doors Tall stout men with peevish eyes and strange looks on their white faces Invade our q......

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...We walked around an upscale town To pass the time of day. Our grandson’s learning chess and he’d An hour left to play. The stores all catered to the rich, With home goods, clothes and jewels, ......

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...When his father-in-law got him into the poultry biz in Rhode Island Joe had not fully contemplated that first day to market when he when he failed to truss and bag the birds properly, a ho......

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...How much is this duvet? Elise asked. I found a tag that said two hundred and seventeen dollars and ninety-five cents. Not bad, she said. Is she nuts? Another tag was attached to that tag. It said......

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...Venerated paternal puissant prophet... His buzzfeeding spirit jump started and kindled eternally his uplifting karma, thus I present genuine psalm remembrance of things past hallelujah! Lemm......

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