The Parable and the Penguin

All the world a stage Our love not left on a shelf Waters edge, in spades Written in stone, ring Waddle waddle kind of swing Will you marry me As we take the plunge Into the depths out of blue Our ceremony Is a slow walk, true Is a path already paved So walk with me slow God smiling on us Giving our Union, blessing Rehearsal, dressed, no? Our friends will be there Will live with us, be funny At our same address We'll make days of it Nights at pool, entertaining Make a clan, of it We'll all just commune Come and go, always here and there In and out, ya know Like the melting snow Running into the pot A melting pot, a roast, err We could use for fish Fish in that great big setting The one that crashes Gives gift at wedding Gets drunk then disappears Faster than lightning Take a bow and bring Flipper, for those who don't sing Nor dance, sit and spin! As we do our thing It's reflected in the stars Surrounded by ours Setting in stone ring All in black and white Written pebabbles Have tuxedo, will Travel, In tandem in a Cold World, poetry