Best Trousers Poems

All trousers, 

Not Sirs!...

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Oh yes, the college girls
come and go
speaking of Ani De Franco.
And yes, I too
measure out my days
with coffee spoons,
a hundred years later
and nothing has changed,
only...

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stormy cotton cloud 
billowing fresh emerald green 
shrouds the old cynic...

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Sagging trousers




Low waist
Fine taste




Written July 9th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest by Judy Konos...

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i bust my trousers 
and my shirt buttons fly off- -
picks up a dumb bell

*I hope to lose my belly - but I say that...

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Seams burst
the flatulent
filled blubber
seeps out
drowns out
the hope I once had
rips itself from the
confines
of a world that
impresses
and dresses
its people in
slim lifeless
shapes
and exposes
scared faces
shocked
at what they shouldn’t...

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Trousers are ashtrays
Traveler's affectation
Embracing the dirt....

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SHORT TROUSERS

When I was young in trousers short,
Children laughed at my knobbly knees.
I asked my mother why she bought
Short trousers in the winter’s freeze.
Fresh air...

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When out with friends			  she laughs with her friends
He is loud, impossible to ignore	          ...

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Humble stone was intolerably warm,
That ice block was numbing cold,
Those nails were pining to pierce,
The poisonous worms and snakes in jungle,
Were ready to sink in...

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Standups can crack up audiences for hours
Especially when entering the stage without trousers
It wasn't intentional
Nor is it conventional
But surely the crowd won't throw cauliflowers...

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MANLY TROUSERS PRESSED INTO EJACTULATING SPATS THIS man of god large belly and buttons with a big gollywog voice \his madness of conviction for personal...

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From outfield judging eyes await your plight, 
though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin.
Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight...
glaring down from...

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A lady so much older than I 
Deftly signalled a path from her thigh
Like a wrinkle in thyme
Something started to climb
Hmmph!  I forgot to...

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Shouldn’t  I assert A Maverick of a Woman?
 From behind surrendering a man, 
With a pistol purse prodding his back
 And a warning not...

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