On September 2, 2008, my readers wrote me some adorable Penguin Poetry. Don't you love it?
I balanced the egg on my feet.
In fact, just above my toes
Is precisely where I parked it.
For this is what pretend penguins do
To get banned from the supermarket.
Flightless little hobbler,
Fish-Breathed and slow.
Chased by Sharks and Orcas,
Always on the go!
But in the water you are graceful,
More so than Gulls, Geese, and Ducks.
And you always get invited,
'Cause you always wear a Tux!!!!
Australia and South Africa, the Galapagos too.
You'll find them boids everywhere, they belong in a zoo.
You think they're cute?
Have you smelled their poo?
Nothing worse than a bird who has nothing to do!
(Except those who get banned from supermarkets.)
There once was a penguin named Mux
Who always wore a tux.
He waddled when he walked,
Squeaked when he squawked,
And sold some fish for the bux.
I think that I will never see
A penguin lovely as a tree.
A bird that doth in winter wear
An icicle atop his hair.
Poems be writ by fools like me
But only a mommy and daddy penguin...
Well, you know.
Penguins, Penguins everywhere.
But not a morsel of them to eat...
There once was a penguin from Nantucket,
Who tried to do his penguinette in a bucket...
While wrestling to see, where to put in his thingee,
The penguin got stuck and said ... "Oh, fiddlesticks!"