TINY TIM AND HIS TINY TAI CHI TROUP

There once was a tiny squirrel named Tim  
who practiced Tai Chi with great Zen.  
   He gathered a troupe~  
   a pint-sized nutty group~  
three fluff-tailed apprentices and then…  

They donned little leaf-green attire,  
stitched snug with twig-threaded fire;  
   each jacketlet swayed  
   as their movements displayed  
a woodland-born martial desire.  

With belts made of braided vine-twine,  
they cinched their small uniforms fine;  
   each buckle was crowned  
   with an acorn they’d found~  
a medallion of mastery’s sign.  

They circled in synchronized flow,  
soft paws in a forest bungalow;  
   their medals clicked light  
   as they moved through the rite~  
a jade-tinted tai-chi tableau.

10th grade11th grade12thlimerick

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