Potholders Poems - Poems about Potholders

...My mingle-mangle mismash mixed bag of stuff Is a pastiche, potpourri, patchwork of remnants rough The accumulation of this junk was not so very tough Feather dusters, ink wells, rulers, silver lin......

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...past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits. townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits. their name is easy to learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz. ......

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...I was running out of potholders; and I had bought them for me. But people kept bringing me stuff, and I wanted to reciprocate. Some of the candy was stale, but I still had to act appreciative. Rig......

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...Oh wait dear tiny black grumpy termite Listen to my forgotten yellowed tale Before you ruin my faded crease with a bite How this perky white became so pale Little Tommy had been to a huge fete ......

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...While gleaning yesterday from today I found an old friend, dusty and chipped, back in the day we weren't just directionless kittens but "budding" congressmen, doctors and convicts... sitting aro......

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...Not that one she said. It is my favorite. He stops sorting and looks at her hard. I thought the purple checked one was your favorite. She nods her head. Why don’t you let me sort these? He sugg......

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...P retty sitting on the hook all ready to be used. O ven hot and waiting to see you. T he fabric can be cloth or yarn to make you strong. H old your shape washing after washing. O n call w......

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...Time-worn and hanging there, for many years, next to the newer, thicker, standard ones- it stares at me and stirs fond memories of how much joy it brought to her back then. With large green eye......

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...Libby Lou was a professional intermeddler She had her hands in all most all of the towns people’s pots Adding carrots and potatoes to some, digging tomatoes out of others Criticizing the amount of......

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...Bicycle tires spinning, carefree with no helmet — The nineteen-sixties, the neighborhood is our space. In Summertime, the playground’s a haven with friends — Sunny smiles, weaving potholders and......

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...'Twas the day after Christmas and all was not well. Even the resident mouse dare not stray far from its cell! The family was snowbound due gale winds and snows. Each tread lightly to avoid steppin......

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