Short Spring Chicken Poems

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

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 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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A filly once said, “Keep your grandpaws to yourself!”
Told her to keep her voice down, be kind to Santa's elf
I'm younger than I seem
Been mistaken for James Dean
I'm no spring chicken but my body don't smell...

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A filly once said, “Keep your grandpaws to yourself!”
Told her to keep her voice down, be kind to Santa's elf
I'm younger than I seem
Been mistaken for James Dean
I'm no spring chicken but my body don't smell...

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A young filly said to me, “Keep your grandpaws to yourself!”
Told her to keep her voice down, be kind to Santa's elf
I'm younger than I seem
Been mistaken for James Dean
I'm no spring chicken but body still don't smell...

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A young filly said to me, “Keep your grandpaws to yourself!”
Told her to keep her voice down, be kind to Santa's elf
I'm younger than I seem
Been mistaken for James Dean
I'm no spring chicken but body still don't smell...

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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, sly smile
My little chick liked the rooster on sight
Careful with flowers for his peck's a bite!

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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 it all
But my body’s refused.
As I conk on the couch,
There’s my husband – amused!...

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Ok, so you are not exactly
A spring chicken and you
Don't hear so good anymore
But, it is your Birthday
You are not on a social decline
You are merely probably just  
Rembering a little more
Than usual and if you haven't
Lost your mind or memory by now
Then you are one more day secure
And the Lord is giving you credit
For just one more day
And think, that is remarkable
In itself

GF...

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Ok! so you are not exactly
A spring chicken and you
Don't hear so good anymore
But, it is still your Birthday Day
You are not on a social decline
You are merely probably just
Rembering a little more
Than usual and if you haven't
Lost your mind or memory by now
Then you are one more day secure'
And the Lord is giving you credit
For just one more day
And think, that is remarkable
In itself!

                GF...

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Happy birthday to you
You make up what is new
You are sorry you're born
when old becomes you

You're not what I'd call
older than me at all
But you're just a spring chicken
that's too hot to call

So remember my line
that your older than time
When you think you're dismembered
and the life you lived rhymes

So forget your old beef
that your dead for a piece
When the lord burns your candle
even when you're deceased...

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Here we go again this time.  Shaking my head in disgust. Fighting with myself to stay sane
Tugging and pulling thinking to myself what a damn shame
You should know better after all this time what the hell is the problem..
Where should I began because I have a lot of them
No longer a spring chicken and getting set in my ways
Health issues with hot flashes and depressing day
With thoughts of what I could've should've would've done if only I had ran the marathon ....

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