Best Crinkled Poems

As Jack Frost feathers the outside windowpane,
my silly kitty tries to scratch through the ice.
Although the glass looks like crinkled cellophane,
stop wasting your time silly kitty; be nice.

Let's snuggle together and watch the frost form
my bed under a blanket that's soft and warm.
Mom said it...

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How I long for days of yore,
Young at heart with open door.

Wishful, bashful, silly grin;
Wearing smooth and silky skin.

Now the years have passed me by,
My wrinkled face makes me sigh.

Cream it, stretch it, make it tight;
Purely for reflective sight.

Thinking of those times to come,
When then...

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