Polar bear at the north pole, floating on a lone ice floe,
thinks to himself, 'What happened to my world, where did all the ice go?'
If to the south pole he did depart, penguins to compare,
would he then be, a well-traveled bipolar bear?
PENGUINS
Black and white penguins,
They are so elegant,
In their tuxedo they are wearing,
So graceful,
And extremely endearing!
Waddling along in the snow,
They dive into the waters,
And off they go.
Twisting and turning,
In the icy waters they play,
In the deep ocean,
Venturing beneath the waves each day.
On the frozen ice,
They gather together,
In clusters, huddled side by side,
To protect from the bitter weather.
Loyal, friendly penguins,
Living in the land of snow,
Such wonderful creatures,
They make your heart glow!!
Penguins are my escape
Envious by their extreme courage
Neverending curiosity they display
Going the extra mile to survive
Underestimating their capabilities
I am saddened by the decrease in populations
Not knowing enough about the decline
Sustainable practices is crucial for their survival
On the ice where the cold winds blow,
A group of penguins put on a show.
With flippers that flap,
And feet that tap,
They danced in the moonlight's glow.
In tuxedos black and white,
They waltzed all through the night.
With a slide and a glide,
And a spin to the side,
Their moves were quite the sight.
They boogied to the beat of the drum,
Twirling on icebergs just for fun.
With a hop, skip, and jump,
They would thump, thump, thump,
Until the morning sun.
So if you ever feel blue,
Just think of the penguin crew.
With a dance and a prance,
In their icy dance stance,
They'll bring joy to you too!
There are lots of things that are black and white,
Like zebras and Newcastle United, they are a good team and get their fans excited.
Penguins are mostly black and white, but some have coloured plumage too,
There are quite a few different types you can see them in the zoo.
There are lots of crows, from rooks and ravens and the black and white magpie too.
Undertakers wear black and white, and waiters often wear the same,
They are both just playing the formal dress code game.
Snooker players wear black and white when you see them on the television,
They are brilliant when you watch them they play the game with such precision.
A while ago there wasn’t any colour just black and white TV,
So, watching other sports just wasn’t so easy.
There are so many things, I could go on and on,
But luckily there are other colours that can make a rainbow that stretches into the sky beyond.
The world goes on with so many colours in many different hues,
From yellow and purple right through to shades of blue.
But really, we all know that there is wrong and there is right,
Things should all be so simple its really black and white.
How Random
I'm not sure
That's Much of
An Insult,
I Guess...
And I sure don't
Want to
Adopt it,
As a Saying,
You know...
But I kinda'
Want people to
Say that about
Me!
Behind my back,
When I'm not Looking...
All the time.
Rockhopper.
-Gray Squirrel
01/19/2024
Always mistreated, never a topic to consider about.
A big hole where everybody is in, without a retunring ticket back.
We enjoy those beautiful areas, we have a wonderful time.
Behind the joy we never think,
we've just enjoyed the nature.
Beyond the wonderful momentes it's the other face of the coin, the one nobody want to look at.
Nature it's becoming poor, as an eagle with wings to fly but without eyes to see the pray to hunt for surviving.
Nature are landscapes to be painted, children to be raised, a moment in life that shouldn't be distorted
Nature is ourselves and the world we have to be feeding, to keep on going for generations.
The ones they will never have a future without the nature.
Without the wolves howling,
the bears robbing the honey,
the foxes taking our chickens away.
Without the buffalos grazing on the prairies.
What is nature when you have to see the penguins without ice, and everybody think about having enough ice in their drinks?. What is Nature?
Respect for the new ones to make another move forwards
Penguin gave a hearty shout!
At last his girlfriend was out!
She must have had a bit of clout.
Or the judge had some kind of doubt.
Anyway, penguin thought, do not flout
The fact that you are now out, out, out
For the court could still go another route
And incarcerate you with another lout.
Penguin’s girl was a wee bit stout
She had gotten out but not without a pout
Jail is not something that she doth spout
But she is thrilled to be out out out
It was September 16th, 1898, the day it rained penguins.
There was a magician in town; he arrived in a hot air balloon.
Who does he think he is? We asked ourselves, but we were intrigued.
The penguins were all over the streets, running and hopping.
Did they come down from the sky? Did he bring them in the balloon?
What were these curious creatures? Were they aliens?
None of us knew; we had never been to the Arctic
And frankly, none of us were well-read.
Pilchard the penguin was going to school
He waddled alone, he knew no-one at all
There’s a hole in the ice and a fish called out
“Why the long face, what are you sad about?”
Pilchard the penguin said, “It’s my first day,
I hoped I would make a new friend on my way.”
The fish said, “I’ll ask you your name if I may,
Then, if you don’t eat me we’re friends from today.”
Pilchard said, “Pilchard, that is my name.”
The fish said, “Hah, good one, you’re playing a game!”
Pilchard looked puzzled, “It’s Pilchard, it’s true.”
The fish said, “Who gave such a daft name to you?”
Pilchard the penguin looked terribly sad
The fish said, “I’m sorry I made you feel bad,
I guess that it’s quite a cute name as it goes
But, Pilchard, you’re ‘penguin’ right down to your toes.”
Pilchard took one or two steps on his way
The fish said, “Don’t go off to school feeling gray.”
Pilchard said, “Okay, Fish, what is your name?
You’ve had a good laugh, perhaps I’ll do the same.”
The fish said, “I wonder if my mum and dad
We’re rather like yours and we’ve both been had.
You’re Pilchard the penguin, but I’m just as bad
I’m Penguin the pilchard, now isn’t that mad?”
Penguin was embarrassed because he had fallen through the ice.
He had not done it only one time, he had done it thrice.
Anchorage Alaskan penguins cheered and yelled “one more time!”
He became a hero of sorts, so he felt a bit more sublime.
Now on a roll, he decided to try to break the ice.
He jumped on it hard, but it was as solid as blackjack dice.
He tried again, and the other penguins cheered him on.
Not embarrassed now, he began skating on the pond.
Particularly peripatetic
penguins pursue pharmacological
possibilities perusing polar
predator proboscis predilections,
predominantly picking putrified,
phenobarbital-packed perch-piece puree
packings, provocatively presented.
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I wish I could have gotten a rhyme in there as well,
but that's an alliterative Pleiades with 10-syllable lines.
It's also a near summary of the latest escapades over on
the collaborative limerick thread in forums...
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Penguins sure walk funny, funny they do
Waddling side to side, feet like orange overshoes
Why were they made like that
Why weren't they made like cats
Or screech when you step on their wazoo
Two hungry little penguins
Both eager for their nosh,
One penguin’s name is Splish,
And the other one’s called Splosh.
Two hungry little penguins
Each holding out their dish,
I wonder what’s for dinner?
Surprise, surprise – it’s fish.
Headless penguins doing their dance
Walking their walk on the pebble sea of chance
Their fat little tummies pushed out so proud
But no voices at all in this penguin dance crowd
Are they twins? We others ask with concern.
Without heads can the penguin dance they learn?
They trot in the our midst and begin to jive and jiggle
In no way worried they are headless in the middle
They are arrogant! An outraged uncle yelled out.
And without heads! How is it possible? Says another angry lout.
I do not care for they are pleasant enough to me.
After all how nasty can two headless penguins be?
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