Platypus Poems - Poems about Platypus

Beaver, mole or platypus? It waddles like all three. I watch the creature scoot along, wild, weird and free. If she pauses along the way to leave some tiny eggs down I will call her Platte City Platypus, named for my uncle’s town....

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The platypus excels at evolution And displays a super cool solution For making his way amidst the muck,  He don't run aground.  He don't get stuck. Of this, the platypus would never dream As a self-respecting monotreme. Indeed, a platypus of station Will employ electrolocation....

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A couth poetic platypus, Choosing words that are never rude, Carries a heavy blunderbuss, And softly croons a platitude....

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It’s true, we both swim through the muck, But don’t compare me to a duck. No, I wouldn’t do that until You’ve reckoned my rubbery bill....

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The creek was the color of weak tea, a bronze brew that filtered light to bathe the bottom in the soft glow of an autumn morning. Even after a long summer, the water was still high up the tufted banks with deep pools plummeting to a dark mystery under the overhang of trees. At first glance I thought it was a rat that...

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I wanna be a wallaby And not just a wanna-be, Not a kangaroo or Silly platypus But, if I can’t be a wallaby I think that I would wanna be A plump and dumpy Hippopotamus! ...

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You're such a pretty platypus, as pretty as can be There is no other platypus, as beautiful to me More beautiful than all the other creatures in the zoo That’s why I'm so glad that I'm a platypus like you...

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Make room for the platypus and echidna Only found in Australia, cha cha cha! With body temps lower than other animals They are the earth’s only egg laying mammals Move over, for they are waddling through. Here is one, two, seven, eight, sixteen, twenty-two They have such a small face, and hair on their back. They waddle right over, without politeness or...

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A duck-billed platypus Is bathing on the bus She left her favorite stream To join our swimming team She did so well last year Her lane was free and clear Until the final leg When Platy laid an egg The hippopotami Don’t eat the platy pie Because the hippo bake Is better served with cake The platy pie who pluck Are eating Peking duck Because the ducks that pry Are...

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Limericks II - Nature Poems and Animal Poems Dot Spotted by Michael R. Burch There once was a leopardess, Dot, who indignantly answered: "I’ll not! The gents are impressed with the way that I’m dressed. I wouldn’t change even one spot!" Clyde Lied! by Michael R. Burch There once was a mockingbird, Clyde, who bragged of his prowess, but lied. To his new wife he sighed, "When again,...

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These are poems about animals by Michael R. Burch Double Limerick: The Platypus by Michael R. Burch The platypus, myopic, is ungainly, not erotic. His feet for bed are over-webbed, and what of his proboscis? The platypus, though, is eager although his means are meager. His sight is poor; perhaps he'll score with a passing duck or beaver. Keywords/Tags: limerick, double limerick, humor, humorous, light verse, nonsense, nonsense...

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on a sunny shiny day sitting outside in the garden sipping nectar on a chair at a round outdoor table on the lawn with my mom, someone else becomes interested in me I'm only 3 and Fuzzy is my best friend a stuffed platypus her companionship I didn't want to end the sweetness of my lips was what attracted my...

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The echidna and the platypus were friends. They both had a teeny tiny secret, one and the other. The sweet platypus had venom on his ends. He was told to keep this hidden by his mother. The short-nosed echidna could lay eggs as well as a wren. She was told to keep this under wraps, by her brother. Their love for...

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The platypus creation committee Who’d God put in time out? John G. Lawless ©8/22/2018...

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The elusive, furry platypus, Is a surviving monotreme, Living above and below the water, Of any Aussie stream, Where it lives a pure autonomous life, With a bric a brac design, Made up from bits of others, A sort of animal Frankenstein, With its duck bill mouth and otter foot, And beaver sort of tail, And then it’s got its venomous poison,...

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