Funny Rhymes - Nataliya Bogoluibova

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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,

      A feast fit for royalty—come, understand!"

      So remember this tale of the cat who believed,

      That a king’s life of luxury could be achieved.

      For in every warm heart, no matter how small,

      A royal spirit can live, cherished by all!

      A DOG WHO DREAMT OF FLYING

      

      In a sunny glade where the tall trees rise,

      Ran a little dog, with dreams bold and nice.

      He’d gaze at the sky, with its vast, open blue,

      And thought, “Oh, how wonderful, if only I flew!”

      At night, in his bed, with the moon shining bright,

      He’d close his big eyes, and take off in flight.

      With the stars as his guide and the clouds as his bed,

      He soared over rooftops, his worries all shed.

      “Oh, to chase the warm breezes, to dance with the sun,

      To float through the heavens, oh what endless fun!”

      He’d leap from the hills, with a bark full of glee,

      Imagining wings, as he soared wild and free.

      

      

      He’d twirl with the birds and play tag with the breeze,

      In a world full of wonder, among tall, swaying trees.

      His heart raced with joy, as he glided so high,

      For a dog with a dream, the sky was his sky!

      But as dawn broke softly, he'd wake with a sigh,

      His paws on the ground, oh, now time seemed to fly.

      Yet each day he'd chase, with his spirit so spry,

      For a dog who dreams big can still touch the sky!

      He climbed up the trees, with a heart full of hope,

      Attempting to fly, just searching for scope.

      But down he would tumble with quite a loud thud,

      Bruises and disappointments, he’d find in the mud.

      Disappointment would linger, but still he'd aspire,

      Chasing the clouds with his heart full of fire.

      Until one fine day, as he sat by a brook,

      He met a sly snake, with a curious look.

      

      “I dream of nice legs, oh to dance and to prance,

      To walk on the ground, give the world a good chance!”

      The dog blinked in shock, "What a strange wish to crave,

      What you want is so simple, yet it’s what I rave!”

      “Why chase the clouds when the ground holds its grace?

      Your paws are a gift, they’d win any race!

      While I slither and slide, you can run wild and free,

      Embrace what you have, don’t wish to be me!”

      The dog paused for a moment, his head tilted to think,

      With every step taken, his heart gave a wink.

      He danced through the meadows, he leaped over logs,

      His joy filled the air, as he played with the frogs.

      “Flying may be fun,” he barked with a spin,

      “But walking and running let the true joy begin!

      I’ll chase all the butterflies, bark at the moon,

      With each happy step, my heart sings a tune.”

      Stirred by the snake’s words, he thought of his fate,

      The dog valued his paws, his own sturdy gait.

      For while he could not fly, he'd run and he'd play,

      Chasing his tail in the sun's golden ray.

      He ran through the meadows, with joy in his soul,

      A dog with a spirit that learned to feel whole.

      For flying or walking, each dream has its place,

      In the heart of a dog, or a snake's gentle grace.

      The dog thanked the snake, for the lesson he'd learned,

      To cherish each moment, for which he had yearned.

      For in every bound, in each leap and each stroll,

      He'd honor his treasure that carried his soul.

      

      If you feel lost, remember this rhyme,

      Dreams take many shapes, that’s just part of the climb.

      Value who you are, and don’t ever despair;

      Like a dog or a snake, there's magic to share!

      CLARA’S GIFTS

      In a cozy café, under warm golden rays,

      Clara pondered and pondered, lost in a haze.

      What to gift her dear friends, with love that entwines?

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