POEM FOUND IN A SINK

Squids spurt ink

Philosophers think

Psychiatrists shrink

Skunks stink

Owls wink

What’s a fink?

Don’t know. But flamingos are pink

And lemmings fall over the brink

Into the drink:

Is it some kind of kink?

Don’t know. But foxes slink

And a chain is as weak as its strongest link.

Is it wrong to wear mink?

Don’t know. But skaters skate in a rink

Glasses clink

Coins chink

Zn stands for zinc

Some girls prink

And as far as I know fish don’t blink.

WADDLE

I am a little penguin

And I waddle when I run:

Widdle wuddle waddle –

Gosh, it’s so much fun!

I waddle in the morning

When the day begins to break

And I waddle in the night–time

Just to keep myself awake!

My dad’s a powerful waddler –

Twice Waddler of the Year,

The judges said he must have had

A fourth or fifth gear!