New Poems

In a muddy pond near town, so sticky and brown, Lived three silly ducks, renowned 'round! Couldn't waddle straight, they'd wobble and sway, Tripping on lily pads all through the day! There was Quackers, the leader, with feathers so bright, And Dilly, so clumsy, a comical sight. Young Doodle, the smallest, with a peep and a splash, Always ended up landing right on his… *ahem*… back! Old Freddie the Frog, with a croak and a grin, Observed all the chaos, right from deep within. And Gertrude the Goose, with a honk and a stare, Said, "Goodness gracious, what's happening there?" The ducks tried to dance, like they'd seen in a dream, But their webbed feet were slipping, a comical scene! They slid on the mud, with a squeak and a squawk, Like little brown boats that had sailed off the dock! Freddie the Frog started chuckling with glee, "This is the funniest thing I ever did see!" Gertrude the Goose, though she tried to be stern, Found herself honking, a giggle to learn! They flapped and they flopped, in a muddy ballet, Falling and splashing in the funniest way. Dilly did a somersault, right in the goo, And Quackers declared, "What else can we DO?" Then Doodle, the smallest, with a mischievous eye, Said, "Let's not be graceful, let's just give it a try! Let's slip and let's slide, let's just let it all go," And the ducks, they agreed, "That's the way to make it so!" So they slipped and they slid, with abandon and grace, Each muddy mistake put a smile on their face. They honked and they croaked, and they laughed till they cried, At the silliest dance, in the countryside! And even when covered in mud to their beaks, They learned to laugh and sway, without worrying 'bout squeaks. For the muddiest dance, full of wiggles and woes, Is the best kind of dance, as everyone knows!

In a cozy forest cabin, snug and warm, Lived Barnaby Bear, weathering every storm. But inside, a secret, a little bear sigh, Lonely bear needed friend, beneath the sky. One sunny morning, through the trees so green, Came Rosie, a girl, the prettiest ever seen. With eyes like the sky and hair like the sun, She skipped through the woods, her adventure begun. Barnaby watched, behind a big oak tree, Could this be a friend, just waiting for he? He lumbered on out, with a hesitant wave, Rosie giggled and smiled, so brave and so suave. They shared juicy berries, sweet and bright red, And told silly stories, inside Barnaby's shed. Of mischievous squirrels and singing blue jays, They laughed till their tummies echoed through the days. Barnaby showed Rosie his secret honey stash, Rosie told Barnaby about her playful splash, In the babbling brook, where the fishes all gleam, They built a strong friendship, a wonderful dream. They painted with mud and danced in the rain, Whispering secrets that eased every pain. No longer lonely, no longer blue, Barnaby and Rosie, a friendship brand new! Now snuggled together, as fireflies glow, Best friends forever, that's all they both know. In the cozy cabin, filled with love and with light, Barnaby and Rosie, shining ever so bright!

Up in the sunny sky, so blue, Floated a cloud, a grumpy hue. The Sun shone bright, a golden gleam, But Cloud just sighed, it would seem. Always felt so grey and glum, Like thunder rumbling in his tum. Little birds chirped, "Cheer up, Cloud! Don't wear that stormy, sulky shroud!" The Sun peeked out, a playful wink, "Let go of gloom, I truly think, A smile would suit you, don't you see? Come on, dear Cloud, just smile at me!" But Cloud just grumbled, dark and deep, And let some raindrops gently weep. Then, WHOOSH! A breeze came dancing near, And tickled Cloud behind the ear. Raindrops turned to rainbows bright, A change! A glorious, joyful sight! The birds all sang a happy tune, Beneath the sun and silver moon. The grumpy cloud began to shake, A giggle bubbled, for goodness sake! He puffed and puffed, then let it go, A tiny smile began to show. The Sun beamed down with extra zest, The birds all chirped, "You look your best!" The Cloud then laughed, a happy sound, As colours danced all around! Now a happy, fluffy cloud, He danced with sun, and sang aloud. No longer grey, but light and free, Smiling for all the world to see!

In a coral reef, bright and grand, Lived Flippy the Fish, in a bubbly land. With starfish so sparkly and a crab so sly, He dreamed of flying high in the sky! Flippy the Fish had a secret wish, To soar like a bird, with a swish and a swish! He watched the sunbeams dance on the waves, And longed for the freedom the seagull knaves Enjoyed in the air, so breezy and free, "Oh, how I wish that could be me!" One day, with a giggle and fin-waving flair, He swam to the surface, beyond compare. He took a deep breath, a shimmering sight, And leaped from the water with all of his might! He floated a moment, a shimmering gleam, Then plopped back down with a watery scream! The current swept him, a bubbly ride, Past anemones waving, side to side. He tumbled and turned, a dizzying swirl, Then landed right back in his coral world. The starfish giggled, the crab gave a click, "Flying's for birds, Flippy, that's the trick!" But Flippy looked 'round, at the colors so deep, The fishes that danced, secrets to keep. The glowing sea sponges, the plants tall and grand, He realized the ocean was his wonderland. He didn't need wings, he didn't need air, He loved his bright reef beyond all compare. So Flippy the Fish, with a happy sigh, Decided his reef was his own kind of sky!

In a sun-dappled forest glade, Where sunlight danced and shadows played, Lived Squirrel, with fur of brown so bright, And a fluffy tail, a wondrous sight. He'd lost his best nut, a treasure untold, More precious than silver, more worthy than gold! "Oh dear, oh dear!" he chirped in despair, "My finest acorn is no longer there!" Then hooooo! From a branch, wise Owl did call, "I saw a clue, both big and small! A trail of crumbs, a leafy swirl, Follow it, Squirrel, and give it a whirl!" Rabbit hopped near, with twitching nose, "I spotted something, where the wild rose grows! A shiny glint, a mossy mound, Perhaps your treasure can be found!" So Squirrel raced, with Rabbit in tow, Through ferns and bushes, where wildflowers grow. Up towering trees, then down so fast, Their nutty quest, meant to forever last! They found a feather, a berry bright red, Each clue a whisper, in the path ahead. Past babbling brooks and sunlit streams, Living in their nutty dreams! At last, they arrived at a hollow log, Where sunlight streamed, escaping fog. And there it was, a gleam, a spark! His beautiful acorn, safe in the dark! Squirrel squealed with joy, a happy sound, His precious acorn, safe and sound! With Owl and Rabbit, friends so true, They feasted together, the whole day through!

Against a snowy, frosted window pane, A tiny snowflake, a crystal rain, Dreamed of leaping, a fluffy spree, "Oh, please," she sighed, "set me free!" Old Jack Frost, with a twinkle in his eye, Heard her wish as he hurried by. "You want to dance? A swirling flight? Then hold on tight, with all your might!" He blew a puff, a frosty gust, The snowflake soared, no longer trussed. She twirled and dipped, a joyful spin, Letting the winter's magic begin. She danced down low, she danced up high, Painting rooftops against the sky. She kissed the trees, a frosty art, A brand new blanket for every heart. The world transformed, a shimmering sight, Covered in diamonds, sparkling bright. From sleepy towns to mountain tall, The snowflake danced and gave her all. At last, she settled, soft and deep, While winter whispered, secrets to keep. The world rejoiced, the snow aglow, Winter arrived, a beautiful show!

A farmyard filled with hay, Where sunshine danced all through the day, Stood Farmer Giles, a grumpy soul, Whose laughter rarely took its toll. Goose likes to sing, a silly sound, The strangest tunes on grassy ground. This goose named Giggles, white and grand, Had melodies no one could stand! "Honk-a-doo! Quack-a-ling!" she'd shout, Her beak wide open, popping out. A wobbling wiggle, a feathery flap, She’d sing her songs right in your lap! Farmer Giles, he’d frown and sigh, And wave his hands up to the sky. "Oh, Giggles Goose, you silly bird, Your squawking song is quite absurd!" But Giggles didn't seem to care, She'd belt her tunes into the air. "Baa-bleep-boop! Moo-zing-a-zow!" Her silly song began to grow! Then something strange began to bloom, Farmer Giles began to boom! A giggle first, then hearty roar, He hadn't laughed like that before! He wiped his eyes, a tear of glee, "You silly goose, you’ve tickled me!" He clapped his hands and danced around, To Giggles Goose’s joyful sound. Happiest goose, all day long! Giggles sang her silly song, And Farmer Giles, with smile so wide, Laughed right along, side by side!

High above, amongst the stars, A fluffy cloud, with cotton spars, Could not sleep, not even a wink, He tossed and turned, a cloudy clink! The Sleepy Moon, a silver gleam, Saw Fluffy Cloud’s restless dream. He hummed a tune, so soft and low, A lullaby for clouds to know. "Hush now, cloud, don't you fret, Let gentle breezes dry your sweat. Close your eyes, and drift away, To fields of stars where dreams hold sway." The Moon sang on, a gentle croon, Beneath the starry, silent moon. Fluffy Cloud began to doze, As sleepy winds softly rose. He dreamt of rivers, wide and deep, And flowers thirsty for a peep, Of gentle rain, a silver shower, To wake the plants at morning hour. Dreaming sweet rain, all night! He emptied out, a gentle plight, Then filled back up, to dream again Till morning sun peeked, now and then.

In coral reefs shimmering with light, Where sunbeams danced, oh so bright, Lived Rainbow Fish, with scales so grand, But lonely heart in ocean sand. His scales were dull, a muted gleam, Lost in a watery, silent dream. Then Shelly swam, a seahorse small, "Your sparkle's gone!" she gave a call. "It's not just scales, it's joy you lack! Share them around, there's no turning back!" Rainbow Fish, with fins a-flutter, Heard Shelly's words, a hopeful mutter. He plucked a scale, a pearly hue, And gave it Shelly, shimmering new! She flipped her tail, a happy sight, Her colours danced in ocean light. He gave a scale to Benny Bass, Who zoomed around with joyful gas! He gave to crab and starfish too, A rainbow piece for me and you! His shimmery scales began to fade, But smiles around he now had made! No longer dull, his heart took flight, For friendship bloomed, so pure and bright. Though scales were less, his joy increased, A sparkly smile that never ceased! Rainbow Fish, with friends so dear, Sparkly and happy, forever clear!

In sun-dappled glade, where shadows did play, Lived Squeaky the Squirrel, one bright, breezy day. The ferns unfurled gently, the birds sang so sweet, But acorns were scarce, a terrible treat! Young Squeaky was brave, with a twitch of his nose, "I'll find a nut stash," he boldly proposes! He leaped to a branch, with a flick of his tail, His quest had begun, through valley and dale. Then Barnaby Bear, with a rumble and groan, Awoke from his nap, on a moss-covered stone. He sniffed at the air, a nutty perfume, And followed the scent, dispelling the gloom. Squeaky climbed higher, a dizzying spree, Past grumpy old owls in an ancient oak tree. He darted and dodged, with a flurry of paws, Ignoring the Bear, ignoring his roars! He swung from a vine, like a nutty Tarzan, Outsmarting the Bear with his masterful plan! He landed ker-plunk, in a hollow so deep, Where acorns were piled, in a mountainous heap! With a chirp of delight, and a twinkle so bright, Squeaky gathered his fill, with all of his might. But then, feeling generous, he scurried around, And led Barnaby Bear to the treasure he’d found. They feasted together, forgetting their chase, In the sun-dappled glade, a smile on each face. For sharing the bounty, as plain as can be, Made the squirrel and the bear, the best friends you'll see!

Deep in the jungle, where the trees grow tall, On a green leaf sat a frog, so small. Her eyes were bright, her heart was kind, And her tiny tadpoles swam close behind. The tadpoles wiggled, they splashed with glee, In a pool beneath their leafy tree. But danger lurked in the humid air— Hungry wasps were buzzing near! The tadpoles shivered; they felt the fright, Their tiny tails quivered in the dim sunlight. But Mama Frog croaked, "Stay calm, my dears! I'll protect you all—no need for tears." The wasps swooped down with a buzzing sound, But the clever tadpoles knew what to do now. With a wiggle and splash, they leapt from sight, Plunging into the water to hide from the fight. Mama Frog stood firm on her leafy throne, Facing the wasps all on her own. With a mighty kick of her strong back legs, She sent those wasps flying like scrambled eggs! The jungle grew quiet; the danger was gone, And Mama Frog croaked a victory song. Her tadpoles peeked out from their watery bed, Safe and sound with nothing to dread. "You're brave and smart," she said with pride, "And together we'll thrive in this jungle wide." The tadpoles wiggled; they knew it was true— With Mama Frog near, there's nothing they can't do! So under the stars and the moon's soft glow, The frog and her tadpoles began to grow. In their jungle home, so lush and grand, They lived happily ever after on their leafy land.