Pink Penelope

Pink Penelope Porcupine,
  Never had a dime.
  Often went to bed,
  Without a shred of bread!
  Until one day,
  She found a way.
  Renting out her spikes you see,
  To earn a living,
  While always giving,
  To the community.
  They loved to roast marsh mellows,
  And Pink Penelope porcupine,
  Rented hers out,
  Four for a dime.
  Today people say,
  "Pink Penelope porcupine,
  Always has a dime!
  She is tucked into bed,
  With bread and a spread!"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace