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Creatures of the sea, all beautiful and fair.
A thought comes to mind, what if they swam in the air?
Would we swat fish away as we do with bugs
Or tentacle arms always giving hugs?
Whales would want nicknames,
Sardines playing hopscotch games,
Lion-fish need to be tamed,
Crabs at cafes sipping coffee from mugs.
Starfish lazily lay getting tan,
Seahorse has a political chat with man.
The clownfish tells jokes at comedy night
While anglerfish holds still as the light.
Sea otters would be perfect babysitters,
Barracuda will pose with shine and glitter,
And sea urchins would love to clean litter.
Seals, wanting a swim, will make the bathroom flood.
Turtles would work construction because of their shells,
The lobsters would be managers of hotels,
Swordfish would join battle,
Manatees could look after cattle.
Sea anemone helps with shock therapy,
Dolphin cheerleaders yip with glee,
The shrimp will sell car insurance, guarantee,
And orcas looking good in scrubs.
Flying fish would be airplane pilots,
Narwhals picking fights and riots,
Sea urchins would give tattoos.
Manta rays can be anchors on the news,
Sea slugs would be the ultimate spies,
Scallops having staring contests with multiple eyes,
Belugas stealing cookies but always denies.
Electric eels dealing out drugs,
The sting ray always tattles and blames,
A jellyfish constantly proclaims his name is James.
Pufferfish will be prideful and wise
And the hammerhead shark ruins your rugs.
The walrus could be a taste tester,
The blue whale, a movie director.
Librarian belongs to the hermit crab,
Cuttlefish would drive a taxicab.
Sea lions workout, under the chest press they strain
And angelfish work for voting campaigns.
“What life would be like” I exclaimed
“If we swat around fish like bugs.”
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Did you know that
Flamingos love to tango?
Three steps forward, one side step,
Shake of the hips, they end the prep.
Quick, quick, slow, gracefully slide,
Flamingos dance as colorful as mango.
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My hair is wild, as wild as can be.
It sticks out in all sorts of places,
It goes through many fits and stages,
You can’t imagine the myriad of gazes!
I have curls to a large degree.
They won’t listen to my plea.
My hair demands to be free.
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When cooking something hot,
The oven mitts you grab.
Pulling them on, you think,
“Am I a wanna-be crab?”
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I’m thinking of a person
Who is strong and resilient.
Big in personality but size is small.
When mad, they turn a green pigment.
All is lost when anger worsens.
Tantrums raging, escalating.
Tired now, limbs in a sprawl.
I’m talking about toddler phasing,
A daily battle of exertion.
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Goldilocks and the three bears,
The story is a classic.
But one idea came to mind,
What if she was made of plastic?
With lips so swollen
And cheeks so bloated
She was red and shiny
And was very coated.
The bears that came saw the porridge,
They searched and found Goldilocks.
Screaming and fearful, they ran away
Because she had a very scary Botox.
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A beast named Gavin Godzilla
Liked a girl named Priscilla.
The issue was that he was a klutz
And it drove everyone nuts.
He was an embarrassed, sorry gorilla.
He broke everything that he touched
And accidentally smutched.
He tripped on his feet
And tried to retreat
Because he felt ashamed and blushed.
Gavin came to Priscilla one day and said,
“I know I’m clumsy and have a big head
But I like you a lot.
To live without you, I cannot.
Will you please be mine?” He pled.
Priscilla was delighted and squealed a big yes
But there was a catch that she addressed.
“To help with your clumsiness” and with a snap,
She put on Gavin a ton of bubble wrap!
They still loved each other nonetheless.
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Why did the teeny, tiny mouse,
With the gigantic size cheese,
Grow as big as a house
And the cheese, smaller than bees?
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I am poor but still want more.
I get a job but still want more.
I go to parties but still want more.
I buy everything but still want more.
I try a hobby but still want more.
I raise a family and don’t need more anymore.
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Creativity comes and goes.
That’s what she believes, she named Cho.
Cho happens to be a potato.
Creativity comes and goes because Cho just knows.
When Cho the potato gets creative,
She eases in with simple watercolor.
Creativity starts to be invasive
as her mind races for more, oh brother.
Oils, dance, pottery, and art,
She gains quite the speed.
Cho doesn’t see art out of her league.
Creativity makes into her potato heart.
Literature, theater, architecture, film,
Drawing, music, sculpting, craft.
Cho the potato starts looking grim
As she spirals down and asks,
“Is all of this creativity making me dread?
I might just stay on the couch instead.”
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