Funny Rhymes

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!

THE KING’S CAT

There once was a cat, quite clever and spry,

Who fancied himself a king, oh my, oh my!

His fur, like fine velvet, so regal and neat,

He’d strut through the rooms on his delicate feet.

With a flick of his tail and a solemn meow,

He’d claim the best cushions and take a proud bow.

The dog would just sigh, in his humble abode,

While the cat sipped his milk like a lord in his road.

He’d gaze at the window, surveying his realm,

In his mind, he was king, he was pride, he was helm.

With a flick of his whiskers and a purr so grand,

The world was his castle, where he would make stand.

But when dinner was served, he’d abandon his grace,

For a plateful of tuna would quicken his pace!

“Oh, my loyal subjects!” he’d purr with delight,

As he devoured his feast all through the night.

“Oh, behold!” he proclaimed with a flick of his tail,

“I am Sir Whiskers the Brave, let my legend prevail!

Fetch me my dinner, and polish my shoes,

For a king must be pampered, he deserves not to lose!”

The humans would chuckle, their laughter so sweet,

As he lounged on his velvet, demanding a treat.

"Bring forth the finest, from the pantry so grand,