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Note On “Mama” Manuscripts

Here are manuscripts for three picture books about different types of animal mothers.  I am hoping to write more of these, as well as companion “Papa” books about animal fathers.

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Mama Penguin

If I were a mama penguin,

I’d lay myself an egg,

Then give it to my mate

To carry on his feet.

 

I’d then spend weeks in water,

Catching and eating fish!

After laying my egg

I could eat the whole sea!

 

But I would choose a special fish,

And handle it with care.

This fish is for my baby,

Who I’d know the moment we meet!

 

I would see my mate

As I run to him on ice,

And I’d see my baby,

The little one on his feet!

 

But what if she’s a frisky one,

Who frolics through the snow,

Far away from the warmth

Of her loving father’s feet?

 

I would know her when she runs to me!

And says, “You are my mommy!”

I would know it’s true!

And I would catch her with my wings and hold her!

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Mama Leatherback

 If I were a mama leatherback,

I’d come swimming to the shore,

Pregnant and ready to lay!

 

I would dig pits in the sand,

Five, or even six,

And fill each one with eggs.

 

I would bury the eggs,

Hidden from view,

So no predator can find them!

 

I would swim to the sea,

Leaving my babes,

“Good-bye, my darlings!  I hope we’ll meet again!”

 

The eggs would be silent, but they’d hear my voice.

And feel my gentle kisses.

Would I see them again?

 

Or will they be dug up and eaten by humans,

Inside someone’s stomach

Before they even hatch?

 

Will they be gulped down by vultures

As they crawl to the shore,

Never going out to sea?

 

There is no one on the shore

To protect them from vultures or humans.

Can anything save them from dangers of sea?

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Mama Dart Frog

If I were a mama strawberry dart frog,

I’d lay six little eggs,

 

Then wait patiently while my mate pees on them!

He’d water the eggs and look after the eggs,

Until it’s time to hatch.

 

When tadpoles hatch,

I’d carry them one by one,

Looking for pools to swim in.

 

I would look for six pools,

One for each little polly-wog!

I’d find one pool for each,

So they won’t eat their brothers and sisters!

 

My tadpoles safe and sound in pools,

I’d produce food for them,

Eggs for my oophagous little babes!

 

In about two months,

My babies would grow legs,

Loose their tails,

And turn into frogs!

 

But what if something happens first?

What if not all my babies survive?

Sometimes, not all eggs hatch.

 

And what if a thirsty animal

Drinks up the water in one of their pools,

Swallowing up my babe?

 

“Please, be careful as you drink!

My babies are in there!”

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Note On “Do I Love You?”

This poem could work as part of either “People You Would Never Want To Meet” or another collection, “Poems For People You Love (Most of the Time),” along with a previously posted poem of mine, “My Father Is Nothing Like Henry VIII.”  Please give your opinion on where it belongs.

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Do I Love You?

Little Sister:  Go to sleep,

You evil, nasty beast!

Do I love you?

Not in the least.

 

Big Sister:     I hear you cry for love and care,

But ask me for it?  Don’t you dare!

 

Little Sister: I love you like I love a fly,

Hitting me between the eyes!

 

Big Sister:    I love you like I love a leech

That I find inside a peach!

 

Little Sister: I love you like a nasty troll,

Found inside a dirty hole!

 

Big Sister:     I love you like a bug-a-boo,

A bug-a-boo that just turned two,

Who isn’t trained to use the loo,

And likes to piddle on my shoe!

 

Little Sister:I love you like a stale dead rat

That just got pooped on by a cat!

 

Big Sister:    I love you like a banglebange

That always needs its diaper changed!

 

Little Sister:I love you like a filthy swine

Who dines on dung and sleeps in slime!

 

Big Sister:   Our mother may say you’re so sweet,

Soft and snuggly, hard to beat.

From me, you’ll hear some other words,

Like monster slime and monkey turds!

 

Little Sister: To me you are a horrid slug,

Found creeping underneath the rug!

 

Big Sister:   So go to sleep, you horrid blight!

I want you out of my sight!

 

Both:            Good-night!

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Note On “Princess Polluter”

Here is another poem that could work as part of a “People You Would Never Want To Meet” collection.

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