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Mitts Poems - Poems about Mitts


Oven Mitts

When cooking something hot,
The oven mitts you grab.
Pulling them on, you think,
“Am I a wanna-be crab?”
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Categories: mitts, cheer up, children, fun,
Form: Rhyme

hern mitts mine gushing 'bout

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                    there'z no finer feeling
                               
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Categories: mitts, beautiful, blessing, romantic love,
Form: Romanticism



Premium MemberMitts For Tots

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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Categories: mitts, humorous, winter,
Form: Couplet

My Oven Mitts Are Too Thin

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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Categories: mitts, money,
Form: Quatrain

Premium MemberOven Mitts

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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Categories: mitts, beautiful, birthday, daughter, girl,
Form: Rhyme



Premium MemberGlitz Ritz Splits Blitz Mitts

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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Categories: mitts, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Monorhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry