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Adventures of little Paddle, and the Triplets

3 months old little Paddle began to change

His fluffy yellow feathers rearranged

His new feathers silvery brown exchanged

 

A little taller in stature, neck now long

Mrs. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle waddle doddle

Little paddle, full of **** and vinegar

full throttle singing a song

 

One fine day his family got larger, they say

Mrs. Toodles, and Mr. Doodles and their

3 triplets aunt, uncle cousins, arrived today

Doodle , Caboodle, and Scoodle  Triplets

The girls walking  and talking  liplets

 

The triplets Doodle, Caboodle,Scoodle and little Paddle scurry flurry off to play

Mrs Fittle, Mr Faddle, Mrs Tootle, Mr. Doodle  between them not much to say

Frazzled and dazzled, caring for their offspring each day

 

The geese parents getting older

The Young gaggle of geese growing bolder

As the weather grew colder?

 

The familys stay away from the flock

Each day time takes away the ever changing clock

Both parents know one thing fear the dock

 

The first snippet and tip it good weather

No longer needing those thick feathers like a sweater

The sweet smell of flowers, hang in the air, lilac, and Heather

 

It’s time to learn how to Fly

The gaggle of geese begin to nervously cry

Trying to lift off the ground their parents

Not a sound, cautiously, look around

Keep trying, encourage, parent geese flying

Take a run for the sky lift off high battle cry

 

The exquisite excitement is in the air

Feathers to and fro flailing everywhere

The triplets hover lovers without a care

Little paddles Svelte feathers show a tare

Slowly draft drifted Earth bound

A shaky *** slump, defeated down

 

Mrs. Fittle, and Mr. Faddle right behind

Little paddle’s battle to stay in the air

Incidence grew in intensity with Care

 

The truth his feathers were just not ready

Sadly madly he wanted to soar not steady

His wings too small it was not his time

The hardest lesson is being left behind

 

Little paddle’s glorious day will come

He will gleefully glide, in the big blue sky

With Mrs. fiddle and Mr. Faddle closely by

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Written by
cj-sutherland
65 / F / U.S
Published
Jun 2, 2024
Lines·Words
46·346
Notes

BLT Webster’s Word of the Day

Svelte 6-1-24

described slender and a tractive, graceful way something sleek, such as an article of clothing

Incidence 6-2-24

To grow in intensity

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