Best Fishnet Poems

As the party dies down
and the beer has been drunk
we sit together on the couch and talk.
Her lips move
but her eyes speak.
I lose myself in their conversation.
Her fishnet covered leg finds me.
She doesn't move it and I'm glad.
"Why is the beer gone?"...

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Remind me of Shirley McClain
And damned Yankees 
And she didn’t even wear them in that musical
But she had the attitude of the fishnet stockings

Torn and tattered they give a new feeling
Sad, cheap, ugly which saddens me a bit.
For in the sixties they were the thing

We...

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