A gaggle of girls all named Iris,
Were worried they might catch a virus,
They huddled together
To wait out the weather,
And said, “May the sunshine inspire us.”
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Eagle
An eagle who flew from the ground,
Got perched and then looked all around,
He screamed, “Look at me!
I’m way up in this tree.
But how will I ever get down?”
Sea Lions
A sea lion having a nap,
Was wishing that he’d brought a cap,
The sun was so hot
That a headache he’d got,
So he just used his flipper to flap.
Black Swan
There once was a pretty black swan,
Who walked in the snow on the lawn,
Although he was bold,
He cried out in the cold,
And said, “I’ll be glad when it’s gone.”
Fat Squirrel
There was a young squirrel who ate seeds,
He ate more than anyone needs,
But though he got fat,
He just said, “What of that?
Please keep on providing the feeds.”
Vanity on High
I think I like your hair like that. It’s a bit like a Rod Stewart “do.” You know. Kind of punker-like.
For heaven’s sake! It’s just the way the rain made a mess of it … but … what do you think about the back of it? Is it all right?
Iris
This is the last of my alternating flower and bird photo poems. I suppose I could call them phoems. Thank you to those who hung in there until the end. I’ll spare you now and space out my posts a little more.
I love the heat, yet here I am,
With lolling tongue stuck out,
But please don’t take offense, madame,
I’m no ill-mannered lout.
I lure the bees in with my tongue,
They pollinate my throat,
And even though I’m still so young,
My beauty is of note.
Merlin
I’m really not a scary bird,
Don’t mean to scatter friends,
It seems though when my call is heard,
The birdsong quickly ends.
Purple Poppy
Our milky blood is in demand,
For making dreamy drugs,
Our flowers grow o’er all the land,
We’re sought after by thugs.
Downy Woodpecker
My feathers are scruffed up today,
The breeze has teased them ’round,
I guess what I am trying to say,
I feel like “lost and found.”
But take a look here at this roof,
It’s old and quite a mess,
It’s seen some weather, see the proof,
It’s ratty, I confess.
In soft, old wood I find a bug,
For when I want to eat,
It only takes a good quick tug,
To spear it nice and neat.
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