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Dungarees Poems - Poems about Dungarees


Premium Member Wet My Dungarees
Watched a weather program on local TV It made me shake right down to my kneesies Hurricanes, tornados Amazing rainbows Scary as hell, made me wet my dungarees...

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Categories: dungarees, weather,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Wet My Dungarees
Watched the weather on local TV It made me shake right down to my footsies Hurricanes, tornados Amazing rainbows Scary as hell, made me wet my dungarees...

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Categories: dungarees, anxiety,
Form: Limerick



Elephant In Dungarees
I am in love with him He doesn’t know what love is I want to stay up all night with him When his mind is playing tricks on him He says he cares about me I care about him too He said he loved me I wonder if his love is true I love it when he calls me His baby g Look at...

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Categories: dungarees, sad love,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Wet My Dungarees
Watched a weather program on local TV It made me shake right down to my tootsies Hurricanes, tornados Amazing rainbows Scary as hell, made me wet my dungarees...

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Categories: dungarees, fun,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Torn Dungarees
In alleys devoid of light; teenagers sleep on the street. And fear arrives late at night; to feed upon their conceit. Delusions exchanged for lies, they panhandle in the park. And tears trickle from young eyes; watching hunger carve its mark. Drugs ease their physical pain; not their frustration and doubt. For their monsters can't be slain; on the fringes of burnout. Scrounging in torn dungarees; youth confronts...

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Categories: dungarees, angst, anxiety, city, emotions,
Form: Quatrain



Premium Member Poop In Our Dungarees
Nature programs are all the rage on TV The only thing interesting between you and me Just one specie of millions Livings in this pavilion Imagine all the poop in our dungarees © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Categories: dungarees, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Dungarees
The dungarees I used to wear Were Levis, Wranglers, Lees; There were no upscale denims then, With fancy pedigrees. They hugged my hips and fit real snug, With bottoms flared like bells. I wore them ‘til the hems were frayed And then said my farewells. Today I cleaned a closet, finding Jeans in every shade – Light ones, stonewashed, dusky blue, Enough for a...

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Categories: dungarees, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme

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