MANGO TANGO
Children's Poem Story
Cat and bear went South for the Winter. They started their trip right after dinner.
First, they had to take a train. Then, they boarded an airplane.
Cat and bear were ready to eat. The flight attendant gave them a treat.
The peanuts didn't last long. So, bear began to sing a song.
"Look at the volcano!" cried cat. "What do you think about that?"
Suddenly, bear could see the water. Bear sighed, "We are to far up to see an otter."
Cat and bear were soon going to land. Both were ready to get a tan.
The plane landed in Mexico. Cat and bear wanted to explore Acapulco.
Bear and cat agree. It's time for a shopping spree.
The market was great. But, it was getting late.
Bear said, "Let's rest under the mango tree." Cat replied, "That sounds good to me."
The rooster sang it's morning song. Cat and bear started to sing along.
What will we do today? Let's go to the beach and play!
The beach is close by. But, what is that in the sky?
Looks like a parachute to me. Oh goodness it's stuck in a palm tree.
Here comes a bus. That was a plus.
After the bus ride, they ate. Bear asked, "Is that a coconut or a date?"
Eating and resting on the beach was so much fun, cat and bear watched the children play and run.
The children stopped to build a sand hill. The tropical breeze gave them a chill.
Back on the bus, the music played. Cat wished they could have stayed.
At night, we should go to the bay. Agreeably, it would be okay.
On the cruise ship, we'll see the bay and the light. And, the stars will be big and bright.
Aboard the ship, they ate a mango. The band began to play a tango.
Bear asked cat to dance. Cat gave bear a glance.
Cat and bear danced the tango. After the dance, they drank juice from a mango.
Soon, they were back on land. It's time to look for an ice cream stand.
They sleep under the mango tree, dreaming of voyages and the sea.
Cat and bear took a chance, remembering their mango tango dance,
Once home, cat and bear danced in the clover. They wished their adventure wasn't over.
Writer's notes: (1st draft) July 9, 1998, the poem/story was written in a Dr. Seuss style. My changes/edits were made today, September 6, 2021. Dedicated to my grandkids.
About the Creator
Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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