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[myquestformeestaceesm]

The Dirty Penguins

One time, I attended a party

and it was as boring as it could be

I was snoring over my punch

because it was so boring!

My friend’s could not come help me

(For they had other plans)

I really came for courtesy.

But being bored, I cannot stand.

I could not find my host

and other guests were rude

I could not secure a ride

that put me in a bad mood.

The guests could talk of nothing

to which I could relate.

I had nothing in common with them

there were no friendships to create.

I couldn’t stand it anymore

I opened the door and went outside

I preferred to stay away from them

and out there, wait for my ride.

Now my host had a huge estate

right next to the city zoo

and of it’s animals, the penguins

were it’s most rebellious crew.

For that very night, they set out

I guess on a late-night walk

If they had wanted to escape

They should’ve never stopped.

Cause they wandered to the property

while I was waiting for my cab

There were 2 dozen or so 

all screeching penguin gabs

It wasn’t such a big surprise

(I have been faced with worse.)

I tried to shoo them all away

but they would not disperse.

I noticed that they were dirty

they were covered in filth and muck

The first thing that I said to them

was a loud, resounding, “Yuck!”

It’s weird that they came up to me

but I could not get rid of them.

They followed me everywhere

But my boredom they had stemmed

For my host had a pool

(Of which, he wouldn’t shut up)

of water, I found it empty

but I had penguins to clean up.

So I turned on the garden hose

and put it on full blast

the pool started filling up

and my die had been cast.

When it was full, my penguins

jumped in and started swimming

I didn’t think to turn the hose off

even though the pool was brimming.

I went to get some dish soap

but got instead the bubble bath

and only when I poured it in

did I care to do the math.

For now I had a cloud 

of soap bubbles and penguins.

For I used up all the bottle

so they’d no longer be stinkin’

But as I started to panic

I found the pool was overflowing

and two dozen happy penguins

Got out and started going.

They were all so squeaky clean

while they marched back to their home

And left me in a garden

that was full of soapy foam.

‘Cause when I ran to turn it off

the destruction was complete.

I was up to my ankles in water

that was 5 inches deep.

The garden was in chaos

and I was covered in soap

But I decided to just not care

for this, there was no hope.

So when the host went for a stroll

He found no garden at his place

you can bet I was no longer there

and I was gone without a trace.

                                        ---Ava Nerio (Ourhedgehogsunitethings)

[bookmarkquinn]

The mancunian poet Life as we know it This is my life, this is your life, this is our life.

[serenitysearcher]

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[barrypa-blog-blog]

Once upon a time A cat stole my doughnut.  He's not been the same  Since he bit my brothers butt It's been a fortnight  Since that happened.

A sillly poem written with the help of my non- literary housemates.  

[brooksbenjamin]

A story fell in my head today

--I won't try to pass this poem off as a look inside the depths of my soul. I will pass it off as my version of an homage to the great Shel Silverstein, an author the elementary students whom I teach every day love very much. To be honest, I've never actually tried to write a poem before this one and I have a great deal of respect for those who can and do. So enjoy my first attempt and feel free to pass it around if you feel so inclined!--

I chewed on the idea inside of my brain,

Prepared to open a creative vein.

As I strung words together, beginning the chain,

Another story fell in my head. This wasn’t the story I started today.

And when I tried to shoo it away,

“I’ll come back for you later,” I’d say,

That story just stayed in my head.

“I wish you’d simply leave and wait

And let me finish this story,” I’d state.

“I swear that we’ll meet before too late.”

But the story remained in my head.

Then suddenly I felt compelled

To catch a glimpse of what it held.

Just a piece before I expelled

The story stuck in my head.

And when I noticed to my surprise

This idea hiding behind my eyes

Could be a masterpiece in disguise...

Another story fell in my head.