When Umbrellas Attack
The Penguin, a fowl, quite absurd,
With his brollies, he'd flap, never stirred.
He'd quack with a sneer,
"My plans are quite clear!"
Then trip on his own, feathered word.
©bfa032125
(The Penguin in Batman)
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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