Pants Poems - Poems about Pants

I announce a decree, overactive bladder, pee frequently. I must haste to and fro, because I just really have to go. Gangway, vacate the loo, or I'm going to splash all over you! I wear industrial size diapers that are pricey, I'm a human waterfall, how dicey. Aging isn't easy, I know this poem is cheesy, but I still can do a little dance, as I've nicknamed...

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Ever wonder why we giggle How does it actually start What makes it uncontrollable Perhaps it's a silly old fart Giggles are quite intangible You can't buy 'em at the store Worth buckets full of greenbacks Some gold and so much more You're in a state of euphoria You try to stay calm but can't It's a tonic for whatever ails you When ants get in...

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‘smarty-pants’ too big for his britches kept his audience in virtual stitches on the road from rags to riches ran into some unforeseen glitches ...

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How like Eliot it is in tone. Even the landscape has the grime of London in each line. I must have been no more than nineteen when I wrote the poem caught in the spell of his hypnotic rhythm and rhymes. The bright, clean air of my home was seen through the filter of a foreign fog, his soulful exhaustion...

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The red pills are out again all hot and bothered on menopause Angry Birds spewing angry words we need a poo poet to respond to these silly turds Now Kamala I am sure has lied a time or two she's a politician, who cares red or blue now Trump who can not read or write as lied to you thousands of times I just lied Is billions I lied...

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Kamala said she has only worked for the American masses She did work for Speaker Willie Brown as his mistress Even her husband loved his mistress So much he had her abort their fetus She doesn’t support parent's rights She doesn’t support the police She doesn’t support the State of Israel She doesn’t support the borders of America...

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My strung-out limbs grow like plants Head in the clouds, toes with the ants Branches sprout, leaves strewn about, Now I’m walkin’ ‘round with an utter lack of pants My eyes swirl like big lollipops Cogs and wheels, they just won’t stop Sugar melts, candy belts Now I’m full of air like a cold can of pop My propeller spins on...

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Feeling a bit extra strange today Really can't imagine the reason Tightie whities maybe a little too tight Think maybe I'm overeating 3X most likely is my new size now Please keep this our little secret Sadly my diet plan has been a failure Was trying hard to be my sleekest I do possess other redeeming factors I can stand on my head and...

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They are my lucky pants, they come with me wherever They are my lucky pants, we will always be together They are navy blue nylon, not cotton or leather They are all purpose jogging pants for any kind of weather They are pants that are worn for all of the seasons I travel with my lucky...

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Fancy Pants Cat wore a scalloped brocade suit When he walked, his tail gave out a magic toot The rest of us were amazed by his blue top hat He was a very endearing flatulenct friendly happy cat....

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No fancy pants is I Nor do l try No airs and graces No two faces No academic nor scholar No white collar Simply just me Writing heart poetry...

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I will wear white pants all year long with shoes scuffed from a sandy night; Discolored waves that won't come out those seaside moments haunt my eyes; Capture the season keep it strong hold those scandalous fashions tight; Laid back vibe lingers all about, when you're free it seems time flies; Land of a thousand summers song, one note I'm back in paradise....

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I bought a pair of yoga pants Without the slightest urge To practice yoga, but it wasn’t Too much of a splurge. Reminds me of some other clothes Designed for active wear. My ski coat’s never seen the slopes And I don’t really care. I walk around in running shoes And in my baseball cap, I’ve never hit a long ball Into any outfield...

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My pants have bananas, lemons and limes. Great for bogeying next to the New York Times Jazzy and fun they bring me notorious rhymes. I sashay on down to the building of March of Dimes. These pants are catchy, they make me smile. I hop to Chicago, down her Magnificent Mile. Being in a bad mood could take me quite a...

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Her pants were tight with a hole Wearing them made her real bold Butt cheeks hanging out Shaking round about To many she looked like pure gold...

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