Headless Penguins Doing Their Dance
Headless penguins doing their dance
Walking their walk on the pebble sea of chance
Their fat little tummies pushed out so proud
But no voices at all in this penguin dance crowd
Are they twins? We others ask with concern.
Without heads can the penguin dance they learn?
They trot in the our midst and begin to jive and jiggle
In no way worried they are headless in the middle
They are arrogant! An outraged uncle yelled out.
And without heads! How is it possible? Says another angry lout.
I do not care for they are pleasant enough to me.
After all how nasty can two headless penguins be?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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