
This is about penguins in the loosest sense of the word. I like to think it's a little Dr Seuss-y.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Humor - Words: 131 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3046927
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Penguins Can't Fly
Toddle, toddle, plop, plop.
How does a penguin know when to hop?
Into the water and out to sea,
Regardless of danger there might be.
Like killer whale's jaws, and teeth, and throats,
And whirring propellers of nasty boats.
When I asked the penguin how he plays,
He told me its all to do with waves.
And guts, and feelings, and the color of the sky.
He told me humans cannot fathom why.
So then I stopped, and jumped in myself.
To see the reason of the penguins wealth.
And what do you know, he was right!
A huge whale ate me, he gave me a fright!
So next time remember, not to jump,
For if you go to sea, you'll end up a lump!
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