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Poem Details | by Jennifer Wallace |
Categories: funny, imagination,

Pretty Little Penguin

PRETTY LITTLE PENGUIN…
LOOK AT YOUR BLACK AND WHITE SHINY COAT.
LOOK AT YOU GLIDE ACROSS THE ICE.
YOU ACT AS SWEET AS SUGAR AND SPICE.
WHO KNOWS MAYBE YOU’RE EVEN NICE.
WELL MY PRETTY LITTLE PENGUIN…
DON’T YOU EVER STOP SHINING!
I’LL NEVER FORGET YOU.
THOUGH ONLY BECAUSE…
YOU’RE MY PRETTY LITTLE PENGUIN!

Poem Details | by Geoffrey Brewer |
Categories: animal, humor,

The Penguin

THE PENGUIN

The penguin’s no slouch, he’s a winner
By sartorial standards no sinner
He’ll emerge in a trice 
From the Antarctic ice
Already dressed for dinner


Poem Details | by Jim Kilduff |
Categories: absence, funny, goodbye, health,

Billy the Penguin Adds Insult To Injury

Billy the penguin went to the dentist 
because he didn't take care of his teeth, 
All brown and yellow like a fungal growth on your feet! 
Billy was always snappy and chatty, 
he loved to interrupt, 
Now he felt punished after years of making 
the tooth fairy bankrupt. 
Inside the waiting room the tick tock 
of the clock got louder and louder, 
Each passing second was a pitiful reminder 
that Billy was going to face a life without gnashers
And oh how he loved his mother's rashers.
He sobbed.
The dentist called his name.
With each mortal footstep an imprint of shame and pain 
ohhhhh Billy had no one else to blame.

Poem Details | by Charles Hice |
Categories: fantasy, children, funny, nostalgia, on writing and words, parody, work, bird, bird,

Penguin Poet

Penguin Poet 
Penguin Poet 
 
The Batman was standing to the side of the bumbershooter looking askance at 
the penguins' aide so intent was the man in the plastic wrapper that he failed to 
see Robin coming up behind them and lost his nanner in a Robin manner he 
was soon tied up like a handcuff furrowing into the background noises of the 
Penguin lair the hair of the penguin was slick jetted black ebon nighttime fright 
and he launched a bird kick almost getting Batman in the jaw Robin came 
unglued and he is rally very strong he launched another bird kick in the belly of 
the thug. 
 
 WHAM Whack Thwack POW SOCK WHAM the fight was soon over and the 
Penguin land in jail.

Poem Details | by Terry Flood |
Categories: humorous,

Pilchard the Penguin

Pilchard said, “Mummy, what creatures are we?”
She said, “We are Penguins, we live by the sea.”
Pilchard said, “Mummy, could I be an ape?”
She said, “There’s no trees in this icy landscape.”

Pilchard said, “Mummy, could I be a bear?”
She said, “You might have to fight that white one, there.”
Pilchard said, “Hmmm, a giraffe might be nice.”
She said, “You could never stand up on the ice.”

Pilchard said, “Mummy, could I be a parrot?”
Mummy said, “Son, you’d stand out like a carrot.”
She said, “You’re a Penguin, is that so displeasing?”
And Pilchard said, “Yes, ’cause I’m f-f-f-freezing!”


Poem Details | by Thomas Wiener |
Categories: animal, humor, light,

The Nihilist Penguin

There was once a penguin who thought
That religion and morals were naught,
As he swam in cold water
He thought, "Boy, I oughta...
Do something, but I don't know what.”

Poem Details | by David Fisher |
Categories: bird, humor,

Penguin Feeder

In the backyard I built a penguin feeder
In the hopes of becoming a breeder
But I have yet to spot
A penguin on my lot
So I hired an aquatic cheerleader

At first she attracted a duck and a wren
So I quickly built a large penguin pen
But after ten days
I sent her away
When she only drew in, fishy smelling men

Poem Details | by Woof Woofsson |
Categories: animal, humor, nonsense,

A penguin on TV

She said she saw a penguin.
Right there on the TV,
But when I looked an albatross,
Was all that I could see.

She said she saw a walrus,
On the living room floor,
But all I saw was an elephant,
Standing at the door.

She said she saw a blunderbuss,
Aiming right at me,
But all I saw was the last thing,
That I did ever see.

Poem Details | by Robert Zimmerman |
Categories: drink, humor,

Frank The Penguin

I once knew a penguin named Frank.
Who had a big problem. He drank.
He got a full snout.
His wife threw him out.
And now he's asleep in “the tank.”