Funny Rhymes
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A tailored sharp blazer, or a relaxed, cool glow?
With a sigh and a shuffle, the clock ticked away,
His fashion parade turning into dismay.
Hours would pass as he’d mix and he’d match,
Drowning in choices, a fashionable catch.
His friends waited outside, “Come join us, don’t wait!”
But stylish croc pondered, “Which look is just great?”
In jackets with patterns, in boots made of leather,
He weighed all his options in glamorous tether.
Yet there he remained in his swampy domain,
A croc lost in fashion, what a stylish pain!
“But wait!” he exclaimed, as ideas took flight,
“I’ll mix and I’ll match, make a dazzling sight!
A splash of this color, a pop of that hue,
With style in my heart, I’ll create something new!”
With each perfect outfit, he felt oh-so-fine,
A dapper young croc in a world of design.
He waved to the creatures, both feathered and furry,
As they admired his style without any hurry.
“Oh, look at me now!” he exclaimed with delight,
In a snazzy new jacket, shining so bright.
The jungle echoed back with cheers and some praise,
For the crocodile’s charm lit up all their days.
MUSHROOM WEASEL IN PARIS
In the middle of nowhere, in the swamp so drear,
Mushroom Weasel grumbled, her nose full of sneer.
“Mushroom jam’s gross; I can’t take it anymore,
I’d rather have oysters, oh, give me galore!
I dream of the coast, where the baguettes are crisp,
Where the flavors dance lightly, with each tasty lisp.
There’s a cunning mink snug in a warm French abode,
Living life like a dream, down a fancy old road.
For years she had comfort, her troubles were few,
In a cage so spacious, with a splendid view.
Mushroom Weasel sighed with an envious glance,
Imagining feasts, and a life full of chance.
“Oh, baguettes for breakfast, with truffles on plate,
And for lunch, fine frog legs— wouldn’t that be great?
But alas! That old woman, her heart turned to ice,
Had given the pet to her niece for a terrible price.
This child had no mercy; she’d put on a show,
Pretending the mink was a collar, oh no!
Each evening they’d wander, through the city of light,
While the mink nibbled canapes, what a glorious sight!
With a coat on the chair, she'd sneak bites in delight,
Dancing through Paris, a true culinary flight.
So here I remain in this murky old swamp,
While the mink dines on goodness, my stomach just grumps.
Yet off to the city, the mink would parade,
In cafes so charming, she deftly displayed.
With a coat on a chair, she’d steal from the plates,
Canapes with cheese, oh, such tantalizing fates!
Mushroom Weasel pondered, in a swampy retreat,
Longing for life filled with scrumptious gourmet feat.
But in the stillness of the murky green fog,
She mused on her fate—perhaps it’s not so bogged.
For adventure awaits in each nook, twist, and turn,
Even in swampy dreams, there’s a lesson to learn:
That pleasure and joy can come in each bite,
Be it mushrooms or oysters, or simply moonlight.
A MONKEY CALLED JACK
In a jungle bright, a monkey named Jack,
Spent his days tight, glued to his hack.
With a phone in his paw, and games on the screen,
He climbed virtual heights, living life like a machine.
“Just one more level,” he’d often declare,
While friends in the trees swung through the air.
As the sun blazed high and the days slipped away,
Jack tapped and he swiped, lost in his play.
The seasons transformed, with leaves turning brown,
While Jack, oh so focused, just sat with a frown.
“Where’s the sun? Where’s the fun?” he thought with a sigh,
But his brightly-lit screen held his gaze – oh, my!
Time sped past swiftly, like a monkey on flight,
While Jack, in his world, forgot day turned to night.
Summer had vanished, but Jack didn’t care,
In his pixelated realm, he found all his flair.
Yet one chilly morning, with skies a soft gray,
He peeked from his screen and saw autumn’s display.
With a shiver, he realized – it was time to explore,
To venture outside, to climb trees and more!
He tossed down his phone, with a laugh and a cheer,
And he swung back to life, with his friends drawing near.
Now Jack tells a tale of the games that he played,
But he treasures the summer, and the memories made!