Frolicking friendly fricken floppy fish
Splashed with contentment in his glass bowl dish
It’s time to make a wish, make a wish, make a wish
Said faerie godmother of this cute little fish
I have more than enough, the fricken floppy fish said.
I am happy with my home, this coral reef is my bed
You must make a wish, the faerie godmother insisted.
Ignoring excuses and feelings that showed he resisted.
I am totally happy, he said, I have this, that and the other
Surely you can think of something said his nasty stepmother
If you could turn her into a statue, it would be nice.
With a wave of a wand, the godmother did, without thinking twice.
And so, his almost perfect life was even better now.
He swims all day in peace, and sometimes takes a bow.
His father is happier these days too.
His wife had been kind of a nasty old shrew.
Categories:
floppy, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
left behind on beach
filled with sand and seashells
the days treasure trove
Categories:
floppy, beach,
Form: Haiku
It was a windy summer day,
in the quaint, little island town.
Wind gusts coming from the bay,
pulling flags and umbrellas down.
I watched a little girl,
running through the sand.
Laughing she would spin and twirl,
a seashell clasped in her hand.
One thing stood out from the rest,
a large floppy hat of bright red.
She proudly wore it, her Sunday best,
it was big enough to cover her head.
She came searching for seashells,
pretty ones that she could share.
Running along, she tripped and fell.
Up went her hat, flying through the air.
She began to look all around,
her floppy red hat was not there.
In the water, or wet sandy ground,
it could be almost anywhere.
She walked back to her beach mat,
got closer, stopped and stared.
There was her big, floppy red hat.
Returned by someone who cared.
Categories:
floppy, beach, girl, sea,
Form: Quatrain
Did you ever wake up with parts still asleep
You arm feels foreign and those aren't your feet
They're attached they are
But it feels bizarre
Don't try walking, bad words you'll excrete
Categories:
floppy, silly,
Form: Limerick
Did you ever wake up with parts still asleep
You arms feel all floppy and those aren't your feet
They're attached they are
But it feels bizarre
Don't try walking, bad words you'll excrete
Categories:
floppy, humorous,
Form: Limerick