Panda Poems - Poems about Panda

In the Himalayas way up in a bamboo tree Lived a solitary panda named Mr. McVee He was a heifer of his species at fourteen pounds His body was cuddly-looking, and he made few sounds. He is a red panda, with an expected life span of eight. Kind of like a cat or a bear, he thinks bamboo tastes great. He...

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Panda Pete was an avid carnivore Devoured small birds, snakes, and wanted more Followed the Amazon River to Ecuador where he lived with a meat-eating matador these two had a great time shopping at a grocery store purchasing steaks, roasts, chicken, fish, meats galore....

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Red panda was lazier than his friend the sloth Just leave me alone, he said to Goth If I want to raise my head I will later But this second I want to lie like a gator...

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On Christmas Eve a call went out from the Pole. Santa was sick, we needed a witch, faerie or troll. Someone who could substitute and take his route. The reindeer were on the hunt, the elves were out. Santa panda flew in on a magic carpet with a loud brag. I can do better than any faerie or witch, they...

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Let’s throw him in the boxing ring and see what he does. Come on! You know him, I warned them about our cousin Fuzz. Fuzz ran out and hugged each opponent and gave some a kiss. He won’t do at all! Wailed the sports hander, a boxer named Miss....

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He said he was bringing her plaid flowers today. Pandas exaggerate, right? I said to Aunt Fay. Not this one, he is pretty level-headed and true. Okay, I said but plaid flowers make sense to you? I am just saying he has been totally honest, she said. He comes over every morning at six to be fed. Why don’t you stick...

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Hip hop panda is worn out from dancing. He sits down and sighs, giving no more prancing. We give him some tips, some pointers and suggestions. He turns away from us, for he does not like directions....

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no one can bake, cook, or grill like pierre panda, someone said. his recipes are exquisitely tasty, all up in his head. He learned it from his grandma Maria Marla Maghetti You should taste his lasagna, French bread and spaghetti! cooks cuisine like the French, his Italian background imperative. Pierre’s recipe book is a full-blown in-mind keen narrative he experiments with...

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A panda, called Amanda thought she was so much grander; and ever so much finer than all the tea in China. Although a little fatter (Which did not seem to matter) than leopard or the monkey; she was, for sure, less chunky than mistress trunky trunky; who had the largest belly this side of Eastern Delhi. Amanda lazed, ate bamboo; sometimes practiced her Kung-Fu (which didn't make her...

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Help me Mum I'm stuck up this tree, I thought it was Bamboo I just couldn't see, It's getting quite windy, so I gripping much tighter, And I don't want to worry you but my grips getting slighter, Come and get me Mum and I'll promise I will be a good little Panda, Well I will be after I've eaten...

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Do not mistake me for a Bear. True, I look like one, but my features Resemble those of a raccoon. Unlike the hulking Grizzly...

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Who made red panda Robin Hood? My cousin asked. No idea, but go along with it if you can, I replied. His hat is feathered, and he is amply flasked. And he is walking the path, now coming inside. Hello fair Robin Hood, my cousin said quickly. His words turned upbeat lickety-split-ly. I laughed at my cousin, who is afraid of...

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My soft panda, you inspire me to write. Indian Summer How I love the way you call, walk and sleep, Invading my mind day and through the night, In midst of summer Always dreaming about the bouncy peep. You dance away tapping feet Let me compare you to a quiet pie? Indecent proposal You are more mortal, yellow and clever. Light drought...

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Panda eats leaves, shoots and stems of his favorite tree Surrounded in a forest of bamboo, he is insanely happy China has everything he needs to be content and excited....

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It is so scary said the frightened little girl. She had blonde hair and not one curl. I am horrified I said with a generous wink. When I saw the baby panda Dracula with cheeks of pink. No one can scare me, though many have tried. I have ten grandchildren, so I’ve been on the hayride. I’ve fallen off and been...

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