Blue Mittens
Gloves don't fit my hand,
But mittens, they do,
In growing demand
Are mittens in blue,
Fingers must keep warm
In winter's cold freeze,
Or I'll come to harm,
And begin to sneeze,
Gloves are cumbersome,
They take time to wear,
And out they won't come,
When I need hands bare,
While gloves are a pest
And in fashion, old,
Blue mittens are best
For my fingers cold.
6th January 2023
For John Lawless' "Of what use are gloves to fingers that only understand mittens" Contest
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