A Wealth on the Ice Shelf
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Out of the blue, one frosty day,
The ice shelf of a northern bay
Resounded loudly with the crash
Of a large suitcase filled with cash.
A penguin crowed a startled “Whoa!
That’s quite a hefty load of dough!
As days go, this one’s not so bad.
I think I’ll waddle over
And grab myself a wad.”
“Give it to us,” pleaded a shoal of golden fish.
“Come on, it’s our turn to make a wish!”
“Lay off, or else we’ll have your gills!”
Answered an angry bob of seals.
“He’ll spend the funds as he sees fit.
Come on, Pengie, pay your tax and be done with it!”
“Hey, tuxedo guy,” called the polar bear,
“I’ll guard all this for you… if you give me a share!”
“Or you could buy me a new fur, I’m kind of cold,”
The wily arctic fox cajoled.
The penguin took some cash out of the case,
He stood and gawked, and then he made a face.
The argument had to be called quits:
The first bill was a dollar. The rest – newspaper bits.
The ice shelf of a northern bay
Resounded loudly with the crash
Of a large suitcase filled with cash.
A penguin crowed a startled “Whoa!
That’s quite a hefty load of dough!
As days go, this one’s not so bad.
I think I’ll waddle over
And grab myself a wad.”
“Give it to us,” pleaded a shoal of golden fish.
“Come on, it’s our turn to make a wish!”
“Lay off, or else we’ll have your gills!”
Answered an angry bob of seals.
“He’ll spend the funds as he sees fit.
Come on, Pengie, pay your tax and be done with it!”
“Hey, tuxedo guy,” called the polar bear,
“I’ll guard all this for you… if you give me a share!”
“Or you could buy me a new fur, I’m kind of cold,”
The wily arctic fox cajoled.
The penguin took some cash out of the case,
He stood and gawked, and then he made a face.
The argument had to be called quits:
The first bill was a dollar. The rest – newspaper bits.
This poem is copyright (©) Carmen Tiderle 2024
About the Writer
Carmen Tiderle
Carmen is poet in chief at Funny Rhymes for Funky Times Inc., a copywriter and also Dora and Roman’s mother. She lives in Bucharest but she wrote her many poetry books for children (in Romanian) while travelling to the township of Joyville and the West Pole: Turvy-Topsy, funky rhymes for funny times (also in English), The Township of Joyville, West Pole Stories, The Great Outside, Who put pepper in the sea?, Selfie with the elves, The Glue Factory … poems translated by Victor Ghiga.
