air bubbles arise
then sudden flip of silver
gone within seconds
Five little frogs hopped
down to the lake,
To see what a splash their
webbed feet could make.
The biggest from jumped
With a terrible bound,
And scattered the lily pads
all way around.
While the rest swam away
without making a sound.
Summer fun
frolicking in the sun
Water's splash
heat rash
Days of ease
Feel the breeze
To lift your heart
fun should start
Act like a child
or a mother mild
Self care
Take a Dare
Summer fun
frolicking in the sun
Today my daily run, it's pouring rain
From exercise there is so much to gain
What ever the weather I will not refrain
I pass a group of smokers outside a fast non "food" quick death franchise chain
Running bare foot, bare top in just shorts alone
I feel the multitude of raindrops massage my tanned skin
Luckily I'm not a "LOAN SHARK"
In this heavy rain I would need to grow a fin
In the middle of the town I'm aware of many stares
that seem to indicate I"m entirely mad
I assume I don't have all their addictions
I'm free from many a nasty fad
So here's to the rain providing many puddles
into which ,with fun, I can run and jump and splash
The rivers creeks the land
with life giving water they are all awash
Another poem's come to mind
the time has come to dash
razzle dazzle haircut
slivers of silver and copper
fantastical design
not worn in this town
until now
I am a splash hit
perhaps I did splash
a wet dash too much
when I was growing up ~
seems I was selfish
one fish too many
when merely a pup ~
maybe I acted disrespectful
an action too long
when just a forming hiccup ~
appears I misled my part
a missed start too often,
yepper, yea, yes, oh, yup ~
waz sup?
Doming o'er his stature
A sparkling splash twinkles
Captured in a moment
The Squirrel frozen still.
Free and home
Roams in green.
Guard is thrown
Groan from hose
Splashes shown.
blue tiles shimmering, e
s
i
splish splash of f l a p p i n g hands r
echoes fill the pool
What are you all quacking about?
In just a little rain, no one is hurt
Let’s do the chicken splash together
Ignore splatters of mud from those puddles.
Splash or quack, splash or quack
Wear your boots and dance, let’s all rock!
Rain is God’s blessing, thank Him back!
In a prayer-squat, walk like chicken not duck.
Let’s do the chicken splash
Merriment under the rain is free, no cash!
Stamp your feet together on the ground
Feel the coldness of swashing sound.
The bitter taste of unascertained guilt
A snapshot stopped the motion of a wave
It stiffened in a moment at full tilt
And vaguely I remember to press save
Splash of the wave remains in time and space
A year after it comes back at the same day
With the same sun that shines upon your face
You smiled at me, and I smile back today.
The charcoal clouds melt in the scorched sky,
serenading summer drizzle descends
with the fascinating flotilla in the arid air.
The spectrum of the setting scarlet sun
sparkles in the slant spray of the raindrops,
soaking the singed malachite meadow,
as pristine petrichor exudes in amber ambiance.
The raindrops cascade in soft musical torrent
in the misty puddle, spreading in my pasture.
I feel the nostalgic delight of my youth return.
The little pool morphs into glistening ballroom floor
for the aquatic ballet of the rolling rills.
I hear the silent symphony of the melodic past
in the rhythm of the raindrop dance.
From the barnyard comes a hopping fawn bird,
with spread-out wings flapping in the drizzle
the chicken squawks the tune of waltz for me.
So, I join her doing the feathered twirl,
spinning around together with slippery slide.
I tap my toes as she splatters the muddy water,
bringing back my younger days of joyful chicken splash.
Let's do the Chicken Splash,
More than just the Monster Mash,
Fingerlickin' chicken hash,
Swingers do the Chicken Splash.
Chicken, chicken, chicken chow,
Makes me want to dance somehow,
Chicken this and chicken that,
Makes me Charlie Chicken fat.
In the wind, the sun, or rain,
Chicken splash is fun to feign,
Underneath the stars at night,
Chicken splash is pure delight.
Grab your chicken, doe si doe,
Swing your pickin', make it so,
Hug her high and catch a rash,
When you try the Chicken Splash.
Now it's time to splash for free,
Like the Chicken of the Sea,
See them play and say "let's thrash",
As we dance all day and splash.
Flashing, dashing, fish are splashing,
Splishing, splashing, some are stashing,
Some are likely liking licken',
As for me, I splash for chicken.
Are you an internet duck or chick?
Do your webbed feet do the trick?
Or do they really get you down
Along with your feathers brown?
Perhaps we could just enjoy this heavy shower
Together and have one long happy hour
So, you turned on the news,
and it gave you the blues,
and you almost hurled,
at who's leading the free world,
and your teeth are grit tight,
on explosive dynamite,
and the world's so sad,
and you're feeling bad,
and you have drowning fears,
in the flooding of your tears?
Well...
Cheer up buddy!
Don't do nothin' rash.
Take your flattened feet,
and do the splash!
Chickens are doing it
for miles around!
They're all doin' it
to the bawk b'bawk sound.
You say, you're not a chicken -
you're a duck?
Don't be thinkin'
you're out of luck.
You've got flappy feet -
tap out a rhyme!
Soon you'll be splashin'
in chicken time.
Whenever I'm thinking
WTF,
I think like a chicken
or a duck,
and I dance to the hit
that's a smash.
I get down and do
the Chicken Splash.
What are you all quacking about!
A little rain never hurt anyone!
Let's do the chicken splash together.
No raincoats or umbrellas are needed,
just a ducky spirit with attitude.
Do not reply if you are afraid to get wet,
or if you want to be a bore.
Now for some rain fun!
Put your right web foot in,
now put your left wed foot in.
Back up and do it again.
All together we will do the chicken splash,
one, two, three, now jump in the puddle.
Is everyone good and wet?
Then we did the chicken splash,
the ducky way.
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