Brown Bear: Animal Poem #98

Outside in calm and peaceful air
There walks a very special bear
So special we all stop and stare
As the brown haired bear walks here
To there.

Why do we all stop and stare?
At the sight of this peculiar bear
It has little to do with just the bear
And everything to do with what
He wears!

For have you ever seen a bear
Who walks around in underwear?
And not just any underwear
But bright, pink hearted,
Underwear?

For his underwear is colored white
But bright pink hearts are really bright!
And thus he wears those hearts so tight
His butt is pink, and in a blink,
So Tight!

So we can’t help but sit and stare
And wink at this pink hearted bear
For that’s a peculiar thing he wears
And we wonder if he says,
“Who cares!”

That was until he came one day
To the place we often sit and stay
He looked at us in a funny way
And he told us he had this
To say:

“You there make me so antsy!
First, I am a she not he,
And, two, to mention, obviously,
They’re not underwear, but my best
Panties!”

And ever since we’ve called him she
Though some still think that she’s a he
To this you won’t hear a peep from me
But to say pink hearts have such
Beauty.

Ferret: Animal Poem #97

Do not even try us!
You cannot get it by us!
We know you have a bias!
We can see it in your iris!

If you see someone who’s tall
Do you think of basketball?
And when you see someone who’s small
Do you think the munchkin ball?

When you see someone who’s black
Do you think perhaps of rap?
And when you see someone who’s white
Do you know that guy’s uptight?

We all have our perceptions
They come without exception
It’s a personal deception
That has plagued us since conception!

So do not even try us
We know you have a bias
The best we can do is try to
Recognize each bias!

For when we realize
The first thoughts that come to mind
Only then can we realize
The bias in our eyes!

For someone who is tall
May not be good at sports at all
And someone who is small
May be the best at basketball!

Someone who is black
May listen to opera tracks
And someone who is white
On the dance floor may be “tight”

For when we get to know
An individual
Then we get to learn
That looks can’t tell us all!

As you may look like he or she
But a personality
Is not like a he or she
They are as different as can be!

So if you now can bear it
This bias, we all wear it!
Try to be like the ferrets
They only judge us on our merits!

Ram: Animal Poem #96

Rams love slamming heads
It’s the first thing they do when they get out of bed!
They go “WHAM!” and “BAM!” and “SLAM!”…“K’BAM!”
It’s as though their heads were made of lead!

I once asked a ram if he needed a break
But the ram replied that they don’t have brakes!
He told me that when he begins his charge
He’s energized like an electric charge!

And then I asked him of the blows he takes
After so many blows will those big horns break?
He looked up and said, “they will never break!”
But then had to leave me, because,
He had the worst headache!

Yeti: Animal Poem #95

“Is it time to come out?”

Not yet!

“But I want to come out!”

Not yet!
I’ve told you times too plenty!
Until you finish your mom’s spaghetti!
You are not allowed outside,
Mr. Yeti!

Octopus: Animal Poem #94

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Look at my tentacles, aren’t they great?
You are really lucky that I have just ate
As my suckers as utensils are really first rate!

Oh! What a spectacle are my long tentacles!
And my egg-shaped head is just exceptional!
Yellow, brown, orange, and even types of red
There are so many different colors I like to change my head!

As who is all the fuss?
Why it’s me, the octopus!
Who should you discuss?
Why not me, the octopus?
Who is venomous?
Well, that’s me, the octopus!
Is it bad we’re venomous?
Maybe for you, but not for us!

As we, the octopus, use our venom as a plus
It helps us to eat; clams taste really good to us!
So with a jet stream, we drive strong just like a bus
Sailing with eight arms, the ocean’s good to us!

So I’m sure you have guessed it, but you know we’re really smart
We are a work of art: eight arms, three hearts!
And before you blink, I could fill your face with ink
Because if you try to eat me, my ink is what you’ll drink!

So excuse me now, for I really have to go
It’s getting late, and I see little clams below
And as you are not a sucker and won’t get stuck inside my suckers
I will go shuck some clams; my beak loves those tasty suckers!

Goose: Animal Poem #93

We geese are geeks
Or so that’s what they say
And if this is true
We wouldn’t want it another way
For if being a geek
Is being creative when we play
Then we’re happy being geeks
Every single happy day!

Praying Mantis: Animal Poem #92

The men are hiding, praying
As the women keep on slaying
For the ladies’ hungry preying
Keep the men all run away-ing!

All you praying men
Stay away from lady beds
As those pretty women preying
Like to feed before egg-laying!

You may want to kiss her
But if you do watch out your head
For at the moment you do kiss her
She may bite right off your head!

It’s just the ladies’ nature
They say “off with all their heads”!
But most men are just so stupid
They keep visiting their beds!

So listen to me, Mister
I am your favorite sister!
And I do not want to miss you
So don’t be kissing pretty Misses!

She might promise you some bliss
At the moment of that kiss
But before you even know it
It’s your own head you will miss!

She’s beautiful, but,
She’s the one you can’t kiss!
Watch out, boys,
For the praying mantis!

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