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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,

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?

She racked her sweet brain, in a dance with designs.

She'd gather her treasures, from trinkets to pearls,

Dreaming of smiles for her favorite girls.

“An umbrella for June!” she’d proclaim with a cheer,

But June loved the sun and found rain quite austere.

For Ella, she thought a sleek yoga mat fine,

Yet Ella preferred dancing, in rhythm divine.

With a cupcake-shaped mug for her best friend Louise,

But Louise was on a diet and preferred a warm breeze.

“Oh dear!” Clara sighed, with a laugh and a spin,

“The joy is in giving, let the fun begin!”

Though her gifts didn’t hit home, they’d all share a grin,

For the love that she packaged was where it began.

With each misfit token wrapped up with a bow,

Her friends cherished Clara, more than she could know.

For it wasn’t the present, but the thought that she sent,

And the laughter they shared, in each moment they spent.

Here's to the woman who gives from the heart,

In the world of wrong choices, she played a fine part.

For the love that she shared, like a gift, surely taught,

That the best kind of presents are the ones love has brought.