Mitten Poems - Poems about Mitten

I am more right-brained than anyone I have met. Being left-handed goes along with this and my dyslexia. An old-maid old-school old-faced teacher decided to fix me. I was forced to wear a thumb-less mitten on my left hand. Thanks Mom, thanks Miss Kneeland, first grade teacher. After a year I tried to be right handed, but I never felt...

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they were staying at grandma’s when mama had her litter She was knitting a green sweater, their sweet babysitter Who is the yarn puller? She asked both of the kittens. If you keep doing that, you will not get any mittens!...

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Pan’s Pip was fluttering close to the rose. We saw her tiptoe on it, then twirling her toes. She’s a ballerina said the hedgehog, totally smitten. “I don’t agree,” said the brownie crawling out of a mitten. Where did that come from? Asked a light damselfly. Not sure, the brownie said, but it will make you cry. There are dreams in...

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My mitten was lost, so I did not know it was found. By the tree house mouse, who was delighted all around. He had turned it into a sleeping bag, high off the ground He loved its beauty, this mouse named Henry Higgins Hound. I love your beauty, he said to mitten which was quite pretty. He played his guitar...

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I am a mitten knitter And I love mitten knitting I knit to keep your hands warm during those long cold winter nights I am a mitten knitter And I love knitting mittens Mitten knitting and knitting mittens is my passion I am a mitten knitter...

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Mitten the kitten was black as the night Apart from his tail which was perfectly white All of the cats got together each week In Mitten’s big garden to play hide-and-seek The fat ginger Tom counted to ten Said “Ready or not, here I come”, and then… He found Ray the grey stray hid in the tree Among all the leaves he...

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Sometimes when the days are bright, And sometimes in the dead of night, I tell myself that you were right, And off my mind goes into flight. Is it alright if I miss you now? You know I'll do it anyhow, I rest my hand upon my brow, And make to you this solemn vow. Remember when you'd call to me, All those late...

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