Mitts Poems - Poems about Mitts

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Painfully puzzling to the tots - Why gloves are made with silly slots?! Pointless production of a man - Nuisance to chilling winter fun. They aren't designed for nimble skills: Picking your nose or counting bills. And totally not meant to scroll On any gadget screens at all. Gloves' extra pattern of ten-holed Does not protect against the cold. That...

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I've grabbed a thousand bagels and my oven mitts fell short Of keeping me from burning self and holding my own snort And now I know that thickness better and shop for what I like When thickness means a lot of money meant to spend on physce...

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Blue and pink pair with matted wrists, Beautifully knitted with floral twists, Silken interior so smooth to touch, Gift from mum! Thank you very much! My darling days of childhood games, Friends and dreams, plans and aims, Coming home to mum’s warm arms, How I miss mum’s loving charms! Those rainy days of walk to school, Winter days in mum’s knitted wool, Those story...

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If you had a little glitz You and I could do the splits, In front of the Hotel Ritz Did you just call me a ditz? Come here and put up your mitts. Do not care if Mom has fits. Come and show me all your grits. I will fight you with my wits. Oh no, do not blame your blitz. Up to you...

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