Funny Rhymes

Spent her last penny on blush that was bright.

With each coat of lipstick and shimmer of gold,

She grew weary and tired, her spirit grew cold.

The mouse dreamed of ribbons and colors so grand,

Of soft silken curtains and a soft, gentle hand.

Yet deep in her heart, she learned as she sighed,

True beauty's a glow that starts from inside.

Exhausted and angry, she looked in the glass,

The beauty she chased was a fleeting farce.

Then one day she pondered, her heart felt the tug,

That true beauty’s found in a warm little hug.

For beauty is simple, it’s not just skin deep,

It’s the joy that you share and the love that you keep.

So if you feel lesser, just look for the light,

And let your true self shine, making everything right!

A STYLISH CROCODILE

The crocodile cried, "What a beautiful day!

I'll wear something new and show off my way!

With a twirl and a grin, he dressed in his best,

In bright, flashy colors, he felt quite blessed.

He had heaps of clothes, all stylish and grand,

From polka dots, stripes, to a chic bow tie band.

He strutted through waters, beneath the warm sun,

Thinking, "Today’s fashion is so much fun!"

A hundred cool shirts hung in neat little rows,

From sparkly sequins to classic clean clothes.

He’d try on each jacket, he’d twist and he’d twirl,

In vibrant bright colors, he’d flash like a pearl.

But as the sun rose and the day lingered near,

Our modern croc struggled, filled with fashion fear.

“Should I wear the blue one, or maybe the green?

What if today calls for a chic lavender sheen?”

“Do I go for the stripes, or a classic plain black?

Perhaps I’ll try florals, but oh, what a knack!

There’s corduroy, denim, and even some suede,

I wish I could ask, but my friends are delayed.”

The morning sun climbed, and he tapped on the floor,

As he shuffled through patterns, his heart started to soar.

“Today feels quite cheery, or maybe a twist,

With so many options, how could I resist?”

He contemplated textures, the fabric’s soft flow,

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.