Three Penguins
Three Penguins
Three little waddling penguins, walk like well dressed men
There all huddles en masse leaned against the ice felt cold,
Then their stoical stance as they dream when spring will be again,
They may be at the extreme edge of life forever in steadfast they hold.
Some may live within the ice and are forever adrift,
In all of winter seasons in dire discontent,
At times, their hapless lives must leave them so miffed
Never can I imagine an extreme time was spent.
For initially as i contemplate by these penguins I'm inspired,
In their ice-filled lives how they might and may detest;
They all go about every day doing their business dressed well attired,
The three little penguins know how to keep their image looking their best.
Written: 3/4/15
Theresa Marie W-C
Copyright © Theresa Cw | Year Posted 2015
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