Best Spring Chicken Poems

 limerick 

There was a spring chicken named Brewster.
He was the school’s number one booster,
      but this spring he forward-sprang
      from the girls’ room overhang.
Now he’s called - the naughty old rooster....

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“You’re not a spring chicken,”
My husband blurts out.
The truth in that statement’s
Beyond any doubt.

My running around’s 
Surely taken its toll,
As Nature reminds me
I’m not in control.

For age has its limits
And mine’s reached a peak.
What I do in a day
Should spread over a week.

I try for...

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Whoever invented the Kiss
I'd like to shake their hand
But I won't
 
Because I'm shortsighted and always miss
It wouldn't be such a problem
If I had Mick Jaggers's lips
But the boss
My Mrs doesn't like it
And slaps me on the wrist

She's packed her bags to leave
But In tried...

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Oh those days are gone 
no more spring in my footsteps 
only snails crawl...

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Welcome Spring with your wind and blinding sand!
You, of course, always have the winning hand
This time,  however, you're just out of luck
I''m welcoming you  with things that go cluck

When you bend to count your big winner's pile
I'll just watch you with my crafty,...

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