Leggings Poems - Poems about Leggings

At the wharf I donned the Wellington boots Of the fisher deceased, to trace my roots And see and feel what it was like at sea For my uncle a fishing devotee. The clammy boots were three sizes too large. I kidded myself that I could take charge, And fill the boots with fishers' gait and guts Aware the concept was deluded,...

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Out for a walk to get some air Some folks dress up but most don’t care. The jeans or leggings people wear Are hardly worth a mention. Fancy clothes out here are rare, Deserve a glance but not a stare For even those who do prepare Don’t get that much attention. I don’t think that I’m alone In stating lately I am...

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Pink leggings with a red shirt? She said it in a mean way with her mouth curled up. YES! I agreed, a happy smile on my face. She tried saying it in a different mean way. “Pink leggings with a RED SHIRT?” “Of course,” I said, spinning around so she could see me better. She tried again. “Pink and red, red and...

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Leggings cuddle my thick thighs Making me feel so contented With the chubbiness I feel inside When I go to try on my wardrobe Leggings bring me to peace with myself When I would be dishonored by jeans They feel so soft and willing to bend That I love them like I never could believe Leggings caress my legs with their knits Leaving me...

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A store that only sells leggings. What? How is this even possible? In this economy? What would keep it in business? Serious, this is as ridiculous as a store that only sells Mickey Mouse stamp pads. Crazy! The posters say the entire store costs ten dollars. Is this the whole store, including the cash register? Does this include the...

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