Madge Poems - Poems about Madge

...Mr Bell, it’s Julie from the council, you appear to be inundating our help desk with phone calls, are you alright? No, Julie, I am not alright. I have seven bins in my garden, and for some reason, y......Read the rest...

...An interesting neighborhood study group Full of old men and women who often snoop One had left to take a dainty poop Leaving the rest of us twisting into a loop Toilet paper! She yelled with a ......Read the rest...

...Madge chopped her hair good and short. Some thought she was her brother, Mort. Twas true Mort made fifty percent more pay. So she posed as a man that very day. No one bugged her for dates any m......Read the rest...

...Planned-Demic No work, no play, even dogs don’t stray And you can forget your paltry pay Off to the supermarket by half past five An early start might keep you alive Buying things, you never b......Read the rest...

...face shaped differently still. visible pain they bare so much yet never interchange light shades of purple marked upon the face all sorrow, so tired eyes stay the same......Read the rest...

...There was Louie the fly Who’d want to fly by There was Madge who Soaked your hands in Palmolive goo There was the Rolladoor song That Geelong supporters sing along Your Mum Mister Sheened your ......Read the rest...

...THE PARK BENCH AT CHRISTMAS she shed first her hat, gloves and scarf. later her glamorous coat, leggings and shoes. she snatched off her dress to catch the eye, then brassiere and panties but n......Read the rest...

...madge and palmolive manicure in green gold posted on June 30, 2018......Read the rest...

...Minuette had the complexion of a porcelain doll with a touch of cherubim thrown in for good measure. Her desire, her passion in life was to discover and taste new salty rocks and stones. Nothing gave......Read the rest...

...Grandpa’s a gem in the garden, tending his sprouts and his peas, tomatoes and onions and cabbage, his ‘caulies’ and his broccoli’s. I have seen plenty of gardens, chocked full of bountiful gre......Read the rest...

...A Country Worker Watching grass grow, seeing paint dry, doing the dishes Are mysterious consuming matters since Madge moved on Grass grows a little slower, decays Paint peels and flakes through......Read the rest...

...We held the hills together Like a little nub of pencil Then we fell apart To write our disparate lives with each broken heart I read your story in shady nights Under bare breasted street lights ......Read the rest...

...Madge, do you sometimes sit down and hear The songs that winced across your fence, do Think of the desert place our childhood grew up Drinking those songs like anesthesia, old Things now, but lasting......Read the rest...

...There once was a gal from motor city who drove a Prius to give her celebrity. Her guy drove a Ford and cursed her “Oh, Lord!” Their divorce was a forgone necessity! Their children, a boy and a......Read the rest...

...Jason grab the fleece Set it squarely under there While Murray tightens the girth Madge how many tries does it take to put on a bridle? I don’t care if the nose armor’s low So long as it’s strai......Read the rest...