I wanted to create something more kawaii because this week was mentally draining and stressful.
Mr. Penguin’s Yellow Teahouse
1
A penguin bowed with practiced grace,
In a teahouse tucked in a quiet place.
His apron tied, his feathers neat,
He shuffled round with tiny feet,
And brewed his tea with charm and pace.
2
The walls were warm, a yellow hue,
With paper cranes and soft bamboo.
A scent of vanilla danced in the air,
And steam rose up like whispered prayer;
A calm retreat for quite a few.
3
Then came the ninjas, cloaked in black,
With dumpling dreams and stealthy knack.
No swords in hand, just hungry eyes,
They sought the flavors that mesmerize,
And placed their coins in a quiet stack.
4
They sat in silence, masks still drawn,
The teahouse stirred before the dawn.
The penguin smiled, his service swift,
He served their tea with a gentle lift;
Each sip a breeze from some far lawn.
5
They feasted on fried dumplings, hot,
With crispy folds and savory plot.
The dipping sauce, a mystery blend,
That made even stoic ninjas bend;
To savor all the joy they’d sought.
6
The tea was rich, the room was still,
The moon peeked in with winter chill.
Each cup was poured with ancient care,
The vanilla scent hung sweet and rare,
A fleeting peace that time can’t kill.
7
So if you find this hidden scene,
Beyond the bamboo, past the stream;
Where penguins, ninjas, dumplings meet,
And yellow lanterns line the street,
You’ll sip on dreams and taste the serene.
Mystic Anomanly 