Spring Chicken Poems - Poems about Spring Chicken

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

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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 to kiss her goodbye But again I missed She gave me a...

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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...

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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...

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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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