Ima Ryma Poems

An Andean bear, this is me.
My spectacles on my dark coat,
Light markings on face and chest be
Wearing glasses look - some bear note.
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I am Francois langur, Pierre,
Born in July of oh thirteen.
Home is the Lincoln Park Zoo, where
So many humans can be seen.
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A cooking journey, leg by leg.
Make batter in a mixing bowl,
Flour, baking soda and egg
Mixed with water in combo whole.
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The Rolling Stone catches no moss,
But catches a lot of 'bleep' for
Having on its cover in gloss,
A face that most folks do deplore.
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Communicated, 'It's a boy! '
Young prince, third in line to the throne.
Future of the bundle of joy -
Here's a prediction of my own.
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For decades, Helen Thomas asked
Questions that made Presidents wince.
In the White House Press Corps she basked
In what was once groundwork for gents.
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I am Sophia, bird of prey,
A cinereous vulture kind.
Born by the Lincoln Park Zoo way,
Hatched by humans - but I don't mind.
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A cantaro, the hands made me
From clay into ceramic jar,
Percussion instrument to be
Played by hands for sweet sounds that are.
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George Herman Ruth, best known as 'Babe.'
The Baltimore Orioles got
Him first, gave him that labe,
Then common for a baseball tot.
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Time running, Logan was there for
The wedding of his Mom and Dad.
In pinstripe suit, none dapper more
Than this little two year old lad.
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